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.”

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.

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

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

“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.”