The Names In The Flame

<p>On Beaver Creek Plantation in Virginia enslaved men and women lit the world with their craft. They were chandeliers and candlemakers bending wax and flame into beauty even as their families were torn apart by cotton and complexion. Names were lost traded and miswritten-yet carried forward in whispers muslin stitches and the glow of memory.</p><p>A century later in Bluefield West Virginia five-year-old Cornelia listens on the porch as her Big Mama tells the stories that refuse to be erased. Afternoon after afternoon the past is unrolled: the forced march to Mississippi the candles poured in the coldest winter the pine cone carried home from a place that smelled like iron.</p><p>Then Big Mama's voice goes quiet and the house must learn to breathe again. Grief gathers the family close around food and song around a typewriter meant to hold the stories steady around the Mosaic Candle that keeps its flame whether lit or not. At the center is Cornelia a child both broken and bright learning what it means to cry to remember and to carry names forward.</p><p><em>The Names in the Flame</em> is a lyrical standalone novel of ancestry loss and love. It honors the chandeliers and candlemakers of Beaver Creek and the descendants who keep their light alive.</p>