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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... turned toward the stairs, Marie began whispering prayers she had never uttered. “Marie?” John said, taking long strides to follow her. “A girl so young . . . ,” Marie muttered, and her hands trembled. She could still smell Maddie even ...
... turned toward the stairs, Marie began whispering prayers she had never uttered. “Marie?” John said, taking long strides to follow her. “A girl so young . . . ,” Marie muttered, and her hands trembled. She could still smell Maddie even ...
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... turning into since he'd moved to Oakland with his dad. This trip was their third year running, a tradition. More like ... turned glazed and wolfish. “I love this song,” he said. Angela's thighs squirmed. Last night, once again, Tariq had ...
... turning into since he'd moved to Oakland with his dad. This trip was their third year running, a tradition. More like ... turned glazed and wolfish. “I love this song,” he said. Angela's thighs squirmed. Last night, once again, Tariq had ...
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... turned traitor. Then he seemed to lose focus, as if he were exhausted. He cut his eyes away before turning to amble back toward the stairs. “I thought maybe Sean was here,” Corey mumbled. “I gottago to Sean's later.” “What about the ...
... turned traitor. Then he seemed to lose focus, as if he were exhausted. He cut his eyes away before turning to amble back toward the stairs. “I thought maybe Sean was here,” Corey mumbled. “I gottago to Sean's later.” “What about the ...
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... turning the key in the ignition, watching Marlene through the wall-size window as she shelved cans in the deserted store. The image struck Angela as lonely. No, more than lonely. Like something to grieve, something inevitable. Angela ...
... turning the key in the ignition, watching Marlene through the wall-size window as she shelved cans in the deserted store. The image struck Angela as lonely. No, more than lonely. Like something to grieve, something inevitable. Angela ...
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... turned out. Everyone she'd invited came, and most of them brought stories. “I haven't set foot inside the Good House since I-don't-know-when,” Art Brunell said, clasping Angela's hand warmly as his squat figure filled the doorway. His ...
... turned out. Everyone she'd invited came, and most of them brought stories. “I haven't set foot inside the Good House since I-don't-know-when,” Art Brunell said, clasping Angela's hand warmly as his squat figure filled the doorway. His ...
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