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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... voice of her guiding esprit, a voice she had first heard when she was six. That voice had guided Marie well in the twenty-five years since. Her esprit had led her from New Orleans to Daytona to San Francisco to Sacajawea, this ...
... voice of her guiding esprit, a voice she had first heard when she was six. That voice had guided Marie well in the twenty-five years since. Her esprit had led her from New Orleans to Daytona to San Francisco to Sacajawea, this ...
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... voice, she would run all of these intruders back out where they'd come from, even if it was at gunpoint. Then, she'd be wise to begin lighting candles right away, if it wasn't too late already. As she turned toward the stairs, Marie ...
... voice, she would run all of these intruders back out where they'd come from, even if it was at gunpoint. Then, she'd be wise to begin lighting candles right away, if it wasn't too late already. As she turned toward the stairs, Marie ...
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... voice was a breath in her ear. “I'd like to go down right now.” Somehow, despite her fluttering chest and a persistent smoldering where her thighs met, Angela pulled herself away, leading Tariq out of the room by the hand, toward the ...
... voice was a breath in her ear. “I'd like to go down right now.” Somehow, despite her fluttering chest and a persistent smoldering where her thighs met, Angela pulled herself away, leading Tariq out of the room by the hand, toward the ...
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A Novel Tananarive Due. seemed to because Angela could best remember her grandmother's husky voice when she gazed at her preserved face: Adieu, cher. Outside, Angela could smell her past buried among the ferns and salal in the earthy ...
A Novel Tananarive Due. seemed to because Angela could best remember her grandmother's husky voice when she gazed at her preserved face: Adieu, cher. Outside, Angela could smell her past buried among the ferns and salal in the earthy ...
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... voice. All through high school, she and Liza had raced to see who could get more, faster. Liza had never left Sacajawea, but she'd still done just fine: Rumor had it that Liza only worked part-time at the grocery store with Marlene ...
... voice. All through high school, she and Liza had raced to see who could get more, faster. Liza had never left Sacajawea, but she'd still done just fine: Rumor had it that Liza only worked part-time at the grocery store with Marlene ...
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