The Candles Are Burning (Into Shadow, #6)

by Veronica G. Henry

An eternity of yesterdays, amounting to three months and six days ago, Francis had died.

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

She didn’t want to dash her hopes outright. Having a dream was no small matter for a girl child.

There is no greater terror than hearing the scream of someone you love.

“They call me Death. I prefer the name Reaper, if you will. I am the keeper of the candles,” the creature said, gliding over to the candles like a farmer tending his flock. “One for each life in the world. The candles are burning, ever burning.”