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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... hand wrapped around the butt of his shotgun. He kept his gun leaning up against the wall in the kitchen like a whisk broom, ready for finding. “Get in the wine cellar. Latch the door,” he said. “Maybe it's Dominique, John.” “Hell it is ...
... hand wrapped around the butt of his shotgun. He kept his gun leaning up against the wall in the kitchen like a whisk broom, ready for finding. “Get in the wine cellar. Latch the door,” he said. “Maybe it's Dominique, John.” “Hell it is ...
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... hand. Apology accepted, she thought. But were they going to spend all of their time apologizing to each other from now on, tiptoeing around each other's weaknesses? Angela wasn't used to having Tariq here. Summers belonged to ...
... hand. Apology accepted, she thought. But were they going to spend all of their time apologizing to each other from now on, tiptoeing around each other's weaknesses? Angela wasn't used to having Tariq here. Summers belonged to ...
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... hand had risen suddenly, ready to strike her. That was when Corey had come out of his room. Nine years old, crying because Mommy and Daddy were yelling. The sound of their son's cries had snapped both of them back to themselves. Ever ...
... hand had risen suddenly, ready to strike her. That was when Corey had come out of his room. Nine years old, crying because Mommy and Daddy were yelling. The sound of their son's cries had snapped both of them back to themselves. Ever ...
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... hand-churned ice cream. There was no movie theater, no health club, no McDonald's. Main Street really was the main street. Aside from the River Rat Lounge off the pier, some warehouses, and a few offices converted from homes on the ...
... hand-churned ice cream. There was no movie theater, no health club, no McDonald's. Main Street really was the main street. Aside from the River Rat Lounge off the pier, some warehouses, and a few offices converted from homes on the ...
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... hand on his son's head, and Angela noticed their identical sunburns, probably from a day's fishing. “Wow, this is a hell of a house. Hasn't changed a bit, Angie.” “Don't say hell, Dad,” Glenn said, teasing. “Stop that, Glenn,” Liza ...
... hand on his son's head, and Angela noticed their identical sunburns, probably from a day's fishing. “Wow, this is a hell of a house. Hasn't changed a bit, Angie.” “Don't say hell, Dad,” Glenn said, teasing. “Stop that, Glenn,” Liza ...
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Angela felt Angie Angie’s Art’s asked baka Becka Bo’s breath Brunell called can’t close Corey felt Corey thought Corey’s couldn’t damn dead door dream DuShaun Eshu Everly eyes face feel fingers Fisher floor Fourth of July fuck gazed gela girl Glenn gone gonna Gramma Marie Gramma Marie’s house grandmother’s hadn’t hand happened he’d head hear hell hurt inside knew Laney laughed leaves living Liza Longview looked Maritza mind mother mouth Myles Myles’s Naomi Naomi Price never night Onyx Orishas Papa Legba pulled realized remember Rick ring Sacajawea scared Sean Sean’s shit Skamokawa smell smiled someone sorry sound Spot stared suddenly sure talk Tariq tell There’s thing told tonight Toussaint tree trying vodou voice waiting walked wanted wasn’t watching What’s whispered who’d window woman woods words Yeah you’re