The Candles Are Burning (Into Shadow, #6)

by Veronica G. Henry

Savannah was a city built on top of its dead. Diners, gas stations, even schools squatted on blacktop and concrete that buried days gone by.

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

“What he means to say is that death is not yours to see or foretell. I am the keeper of the candles.”