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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... front porch into the foyer, onto the front rug already muddied beyond repair by the refugees who had crowded here the night of the slide. All of the arrivals were men except for Maddie Booth, who was sixteen, twice as old as Dominique ...
... front porch into the foyer, onto the front rug already muddied beyond repair by the refugees who had crowded here the night of the slide. All of the arrivals were men except for Maddie Booth, who was sixteen, twice as old as Dominique ...
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... front stoop. Not at my own house. Anything but that, you see?” “My wife, I know you well. Your enemy, I see, also knows you well. This is a well-laid trap for you,” John said, and she heard in his voice a grudging admiration for the ...
... front stoop. Not at my own house. Anything but that, you see?” “My wife, I know you well. Your enemy, I see, also knows you well. This is a well-laid trap for you,” John said, and she heard in his voice a grudging admiration for the ...
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... front of her bureau mirror with a handgun in her mouth. It's not loaded, sugar, she'd offered Angela quickly, as if that made it all right. Angela's party mood, as much as she'd mustered one at all, was suddenly gone. If she could have ...
... front of her bureau mirror with a handgun in her mouth. It's not loaded, sugar, she'd offered Angela quickly, as if that made it all right. Angela's party mood, as much as she'd mustered one at all, was suddenly gone. If she could have ...
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... front of her, no matter how grown he thought he was, and she'd told him she would skin him alive the next time he droppedyouknowwhatimsayin into a conversation with her, which sounded as ignorant to her as Jimmie Walker's Dy-no-mite had ...
... front of her, no matter how grown he thought he was, and she'd told him she would skin him alive the next time he droppedyouknowwhatimsayin into a conversation with her, which sounded as ignorant to her as Jimmie Walker's Dy-no-mite had ...
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... front of her, and watching his face reminded her of studying her mother's warring emotions as a child, trying to guess which version of Dominique Toussaint would emerge next. “I'm fine, dag,” Corey said impatiently. “Then do me a favor ...
... front of her, and watching his face reminded her of studying her mother's warring emotions as a child, trying to guess which version of Dominique Toussaint would emerge next. “I'm fine, dag,” Corey said impatiently. “Then do me a favor ...
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