In Borrowed Bones, grief has a voice…and it knows your name.

Russ Simmons thought he found the home he’d grow old in with his wife. But after tragedy rips that future away, the familiar trails they used to walk behind the house begin to change. The woods don’t just hold memories anymore, they call to him…and the voice waiting in the tree-line sounds like someone he lost.

Borrowed Bones signals Winona Morris as a future literary horror giant. Morris doesn’t just tell a horror story, she weaponizes grief. Every page tightens like a vice, wrapping your heart in its bony hands and squeezing until you can’t breathe.

Borrowed Bones is perfect for readers that want to get lost in slow-burn, psychological horror that latches on like a parasite long after the final page.