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

by Roshani Chokshi

It was one of the things she liked best when her mother told her the stories: villains could be heroic, and heroes could do evil. Makes you wonder who the villains really are, her mother used to say. Everyone has a bit of good and bad in them.

Tales are slippery, her mother had often said. The truth of a story depends on who is telling it.

Don’t you ever watch old movies?”

The Matrix CANT be that old... Oh

It made sense that every place should have a connection to death. Death had some claim everywhere. Death was in the wind coaxing a flower to blossom. Death hid in the wing of the bird folding itself to sleep. Death was in every breath she inhaled. Aru had never given much thought to death before now. No one she knew had died. She’d never had to mourn anyone. She assumed she’d be full of sadness on the day that happened. But walking through the Kingdom of Death, she felt a drowsy sort of peacefulness, like balancing on the border of sleeping and waking.

Love looked different to everyone.