You’re in luck, campers! Roshani Chokshi and Rick Riordan have given us permission to share with you not just one, but TWO chapters of Aru Shah and the End of Time. Be warned, says Uncle Rick: “Aru Shah is about to explode your head . . . in the best possible way.” Let’s see how much mind-rattling can occur in the first 16 pages . . .
In Which Aru Regrets Opening The Door
The problem with growing up around highly dangerous things is that after a while you just get used to them.
For as long as she could remember, Aru had lived in the Museum of Ancient Indian Art and Culture. And she knew full well that the lamp at the end of the Hall of the Gods was not to be touched.
She could mention “the lamp of destruction” the way a pirate who had tamed a sea monster could casually say, Oh, you mean ole Ralph here? But even though she was used to the lamp, she had never once lit it. That would be against the rules. The rules she went over every Saturday, when she led the afternoon visitors’ tour.
Some folks may not like the idea of working on a weekend, but it never felt like work to Aru.
It felt like a ceremony.
Like a secret.