“Heroines usually are the Kingdom of Death's worst nightmares. They're always barging in, waving scraps of metal around, and demanding things. No manners whatsoever."
"Excuse you!" said Aru. "What about heroes! I bet they're just as bad as heroines." "
It's a compliment! Heroes rarely have the guts to demand things. Usually they just sulk until a magical sidekick feels bad for them and does all the work while they get all the credit.”
― Aru Shah and the End of Time: The Graphic Novel
"Excuse you!" said Aru. "What about heroes! I bet they're just as bad as heroines." "
It's a compliment! Heroes rarely have the guts to demand things. Usually they just sulk until a magical sidekick feels bad for them and does all the work while they get all the credit.”
― Aru Shah and the End of Time: The Graphic Novel
“Aru lifted her chin. “I lit the lamp.”
The bird stared. And then stared some more.
“Well, then, we might as well let the world end.”
― Aru Shah and the End of Time
The bird stared. And then stared some more.
“Well, then, we might as well let the world end.”
― Aru Shah and the End of Time
“Aru knew because she'd dealt with it every day in school, that flare of not knowing where you belonged. That craving to be seen and go unnoticed at the same time.”
― Aru Shah and the End of Time: The Graphic Novel
― Aru Shah and the End of Time: The Graphic Novel
“HEY!” it shouted. “WATCH IT!”
“You can talk?” she asked, startled.
“No,” said the crab bitterly. “This is all in your head. Of course I can talk.”
“Sorry,” she mumbled. “Still getting used to this whole talking-to-
underwater-animals thing.”
“Hmpf.”
“So ... can you sing, too?”
The crab went utterly still. “Why. Does. Everyone. Ask. Me. That?” It
turned around and snapped its pincers sharply. “Did you also expect me to be
bright red and have a Jamaican accent? Because if so, I am not sorry to
disappoint! Just because my brother went Hollywood doesn’t mean that I sing
and dance, too!” The crab scuttled ahead, muttering something that sounded a
lot like Mother wouldn’t understand.”
― Aru Shah and the Song of Death
“You can talk?” she asked, startled.
“No,” said the crab bitterly. “This is all in your head. Of course I can talk.”
“Sorry,” she mumbled. “Still getting used to this whole talking-to-
underwater-animals thing.”
“Hmpf.”
“So ... can you sing, too?”
The crab went utterly still. “Why. Does. Everyone. Ask. Me. That?” It
turned around and snapped its pincers sharply. “Did you also expect me to be
bright red and have a Jamaican accent? Because if so, I am not sorry to
disappoint! Just because my brother went Hollywood doesn’t mean that I sing
and dance, too!” The crab scuttled ahead, muttering something that sounded a
lot like Mother wouldn’t understand.”
― Aru Shah and the Song of Death
“We are more than the things we fight with.”
― Aru Shah and the Tree of Wishes
― Aru Shah and the Tree of Wishes
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