The Candles Are Burning (Into Shadow, #6)

by Veronica G. Henry

“The candles are burning,” his associate began. “Ever burning. Some are just starting; others are nearing their end. I have come to gift you with news of another ending.”

Like a struck match, conversation flickered.

The only people who were truly dead were those who had been forgotten.

The living fear nothing more than death.

The skull was a gleaming white, so bright it momentarily blinded her. It was all bone, except for the gray humanlike eyes and a near-perfect set of teeth. A bit of pinkish tongue visible in a blackened mouth.