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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... head, matted and untamed. And her eyes! Marie could see only the rims of Maddie's gray irises, which were rolled up unnaturally high; the rest was just pink and bleary, sightless. Saliva streamed from the girl's mouth, dampening her ...
... head, matted and untamed. And her eyes! Marie could see only the rims of Maddie's gray irises, which were rolled up unnaturally high; the rest was just pink and bleary, sightless. Saliva streamed from the girl's mouth, dampening her ...
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... head propped up so she's not choking. Watch her close,” Marie said. “Wait for me.” Those sure-spoken words might as well have been someone else's, because Marie was not at all sure. Her hands felt like frail corn-shucks, drained of ...
... head propped up so she's not choking. Watch her close,” Marie said. “Wait for me.” Those sure-spoken words might as well have been someone else's, because Marie was not at all sure. Her hands felt like frail corn-shucks, drained of ...
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... head. Marie's ears burned so badly now, she wished she could pull them clean off and be done with the pain. If she could heed Fleurette's soundless voice, she would run all of these intruders back out where they'd come from, even if it ...
... head. Marie's ears burned so badly now, she wished she could pull them clean off and be done with the pain. If she could heed Fleurette's soundless voice, she would run all of these intruders back out where they'd come from, even if it ...
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... head through the shirt's collar and found Tariq's smiling face behind her. She gazed at the deeply graven lines that ... head back more than fifteen years to remember seeing Tariq's eyes this soft. “My fault, babe. I should've knocked ...
... head through the shirt's collar and found Tariq's smiling face behind her. She gazed at the deeply graven lines that ... head back more than fifteen years to remember seeing Tariq's eyes this soft. “My fault, babe. I should've knocked ...
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... 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 snapped. “I've told ...
... 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 snapped. “I've told ...
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