A stand-alone folk-horror romance about grief, anger, and a love so monstrous it bleeds into the world. Perfect for fans of Deathless, Bones and All and The Bear and the Nightingale.

Rayne Dorne has always known she was different. She was never given the chance to consider herself anything else.

From the illness she hides beneath as many layers of clothes as she can, to the way people in Bury watch her like she’s a bad omen, the world has never let her forget it. She wanted to leave that town and its memory of her behind forever.

But her parents’ sudden deaths, and a strange call from her estranged brother, drag her back into the house she swore she’d never set foot in again.

A house that feels alive.

A house that remembers her.

The forest surrounding Bury, Pennsylvania, is haunted, and the whole town knows it. Just like everyone knows, you don’t wander after dark, and you never answer to the sound of your name once the sun goes down.

Hawthorne is one of the many entities that haunt those woods, woven from hunger and the dead of winter, and they seem to know her in ways no one ever has. With their eyes set on Rayne, she’s stepped into a dangerous game, whether she realizes it or not.

Spirits always collect on their debts.

What begins as a haunting becomes an unholy tether, and desire becomes a door.

And the thing that binds them both may be the very thing that destroys them.