The Candles Are Burning (Into Shadow, #6)

by Veronica G. Henry

He was of a mind that there was a yellow brick road paved with riches for Negroes who hightailed it north.

The world splintered and fell away. All of existence swallowed whole by Maggie’s relentless screams. She was hunched over her husband, rocking his lifeless body, when something inside her snapped. It was as if starting at the top of her head, an unseen hand began to pull back her skin, peeling her like an orange. When she lay open and exposed, a great tug drew her up and away like a wall had sprung up to shield her soul from the boundless grief.

“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.”