Aru Shah and the End of Time (Pandava Quartet, #1)

by Roshani Chokshi

They were like the moon: distant enough not to enter her thoughts too often; bright enough to inspire wonder.

Characters from stories, like the ones she’d been told all her life, were taking off their masks and saying, I was never a tale, but a truth.

But what had she expected? Often the amount of amazement she wanted to feel never quite matched reality.

Perhaps sensing that the conversation was moving from stupid to stupefying,