The Good House: A NovelSimon and Schuster, 02.09.2003 - 496 Seiten *From the author of The Reformatory—A New York Times Notable Book of 2023* Award-winning author Tananarive Due's critically acclaimed story of supernatural suspense, as a woman searches for the inherited power that can save her hometown from evil forces. The home that belonged to Angela Toussaint's late grandmother is so beloved that the townspeople in Sacajawea, Washington call it the Good House. But that all changes one summer when an unexpected tragedy takes place behind its closed doors, and the Toussaint's family history—and future—is dramatically transformed. Angela has not returned to the Good House since her son, Corey, died there two years ago. But now, Angela is finally ready to return to her hometown and go beyond the grave to unearth the truth about Corey's death. Could it be related to a terrifying entity Angela's grandmother battled seven decades ago? And what about the other senseless calamities that Sacajawea has seen in recent years? Has Angela's grandmother, an African American woman reputed to have "powers," put a curse on the entire community? A thrilling exploration of secrets, lies, and divine inspiration, The Good House will haunt readers long after its chilling conclusion. |
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... Marie's house from the road below. The steps were steeply set apart. Marie wouldn't have recognized Maddie except that they had named her, because her appearance was so changed. Her waxen blond hair was usually neatly braided, but today ...
... Marie's house from the road below. The steps were steeply set apart. Marie wouldn't have recognized Maddie except that they had named her, because her appearance was so changed. Her waxen blond hair was usually neatly braided, but today ...
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... Marie could hardly say she hadn't known to expect it. She had brought it here herself, as surely as if she'd called it. Fleurette was in a frenzy in Marie's head. Marie's ears burned so badly now, she wished she could pull them clean ...
... Marie could hardly say she hadn't known to expect it. She had brought it here herself, as surely as if she'd called it. Fleurette was in a frenzy in Marie's head. Marie's ears burned so badly now, she wished she could pull them clean ...
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... Marie had never once wanted to hit John in the three years since she had allowed him to move into her house as her ... Marie's hands was nearly violent. She couldn't say if it was because she suddenly understood the truth of John's ...
... Marie had never once wanted to hit John in the three years since she had allowed him to move into her house as her ... Marie's hands was nearly violent. She couldn't say if it was because she suddenly understood the truth of John's ...
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... Marie Toussaint cannot turn away a child to die on her front stoop. Not at my own house. Anything but that, you see ... Marie's heart, came from a place more gentle than the place of whispers. “I will do as you ask,” her husband said ...
... Marie Toussaint cannot turn away a child to die on her front stoop. Not at my own house. Anything but that, you see ... Marie's heart, came from a place more gentle than the place of whispers. “I will do as you ask,” her husband said ...
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... Marie's house. Like most of the well-intentioned plans in her life, the party had grown into something to dread. “Shit on me.” Angela's digital clock said it was just after six. The first guests would be here in less than a half hour ...
... Marie's house. Like most of the well-intentioned plans in her life, the party had grown into something to dread. “Shit on me.” Angela's digital clock said it was just after six. The first guests would be here in less than a half hour ...
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