Novel Candle Co Mga Nobela at Kwento

The conservatory was a glass box filled with humidity and the overwhelming scent of jasmine. It was 7:00 PM. Mira Kovari had decided that the theme for the evening was "Candlelight Confessions." The crew had filled the space with hundreds of pillar candles, tea lights, and lanterns, creating a flickering, fire-hazard labyrinth. Elion stood by a table laden with unlit candles. He held a long-stemmed lighter in his hand. His thumb hovered over the trigger.

Landed on three thousand silent shields. Luna looked down at the candle by her feet. She bent over. Picked it up from the stone floor. The body of the candle was faintly damp from the snow. The wick was still intact. She held the candle in her left hand. Her right hand unhooked the flint from her waist. "You've said your piece. My turn." The flint sparked. A spark struck the wick. A tiny flame bloomed. The fine snow landed on the flame and melted instantly. The flame did not die.