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

by Roshani Chokshi

She didn’t have a study room or a sunroom, just a room, and even she knew that her room was really more like a closet with delusions of grandeur.

“Great. Because nothing says Come at me, demon like a pigeon sidekick,” said Aru.

There are many ways to make an entrance. Aru, who had watched way too many movies, staunchly believed your three best options were: You could show up like Aragorn in the last Lord of the Rings movie and raise your sword while a bunch of ghosts spilled out behind you. You could show up like John McClane in every Die Hard movie, screaming “YIPPEE-KI-YAY!” while waving a machine gun. Or… You could show up like an actor in every Bollywood movie, with an invisible wind blowing through your hair and everyone suddenly dancing around you. But after today, she was going to have to change that list. Because honestly? Riding in on a seven-headed horse beat all those options.

“Wait. You made a life-and-death choice based on Finding Nemo?”

“I don’t think he’d remember me….” “You walked into a telephone pole, Mini. I’d say that’s pretty memorable.”