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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... heart. “Who's sick?” she said, but John waved to shush her. “The woman you call my 'colored gal,' she has a name. Speak of her proper,” John said to the closed door, unmoved. “Goddammit, Red John,” the sheriff said, sounding more like ...
... heart. “Who's sick?” she said, but John waved to shush her. “The woman you call my 'colored gal,' she has a name. Speak of her proper,” John said to the closed door, unmoved. “Goddammit, Red John,” the sheriff said, sounding more like ...
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... heart, and his heart was not filled with the anger that had consumed him for the past three years— his eyes told her that his heart was sad and scared. She was not accustomed to seeing fear in John's eyes. “Don't do it, Marie. Send them ...
... heart, and his heart was not filled with the anger that had consumed him for the past three years— his eyes told her that his heart was sad and scared. She was not accustomed to seeing fear in John's eyes. “Don't do it, Marie. Send them ...
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... heart. Pride! Did he really think that little of her? “Yes, that's right,” John said. “Pride, I said. And guilt besides, I think. But you weren't wrong for what you did. They had that coming and worse.” “You hush,” Marie said, hating to ...
... heart. Pride! Did he really think that little of her? “Yes, that's right,” John said. “Pride, I said. And guilt besides, I think. But you weren't wrong for what you did. They had that coming and worse.” “You hush,” Marie said, hating to ...
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... , although they broke Marie's heart, came from a place more gentle than the place of whispers. “I will do as you ask,” her husband said. “But we both know it has already won.” THE PARTY . . . A real live nephew of The Good House.
... , although they broke Marie's heart, came from a place more gentle than the place of whispers. “I will do as you ask,” her husband said. “But we both know it has already won.” THE PARTY . . . A real live nephew of The Good House.
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... heart bucked. Jesus. She poked her head through the shirt's collar and found Tariq's smiling face behind her. She gazed at the deeply graven lines that carved her husband's features, at the unruliness of his bushy moustache splaying ...
... heart bucked. Jesus. She poked her head through the shirt's collar and found Tariq's smiling face behind her. She gazed at the deeply graven lines that carved her husband's features, at the unruliness of his bushy moustache splaying ...
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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