Our Reading in the Graveyard literary candle calls forth an old autumnal day spent lost in literature among timeworn tombstones, the only color in that monochrome scene offered by the dying chrysanthemums beside you and the skeletal leaves drifting on the northbound wind in auburn, gold, and brown all around you as you read on...
Underground Books' literary candles are made of 100% hand-poured and sustainably sourced soy. Each candle holds 6.6 ounces of soy wax, over 30 hours of burn time, a cotton wick, and infinite opportunities to daydream, immersed in the scents of your favorite stories.
“I am a cemetery by the moon unblessed.” – Charles Baudelaire, Paris Spleen
“One grave in every graveyard belongs to the ghouls. Wander any graveyard long enough and you will find it…” – Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book
“But since the cemetery is the home of those who are not here, come in.” – Italo Calvino, If on a Winter's Night a Traveler
“An awning marked the site; it appeared to be the farthest one in the cemetery. As they proceeded there, black wings thudded in sudden unison, and a flock of birds flew up as they might from a ploughed field, still shaped like it, like an old map that still served new territory, and wrinkled away in the air.” – Eudora Welty, The Optimist's Daughter
“The memories of hundreds of people lie here. Their lives, their feelings, their expectations, their absence, the dreams that never came true for them, the disappointments, the deceptions and the unrequited loves that poisoned their existence... All that is here, trapped for ever.” – Carlos Ruiz Zafón, Marina. New. Item #13837