The Good House: A Novel*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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... Tariq?” “It's Crispus Attucks, back from the dead to give you a brother's perspective on the Boston Massacre,” a low-pitched voice rasped. Angela's heart bucked. Jesus. She poked her head through the shirt's collar and found Tariq's ...
... Tariq?” “It's Crispus Attucks, back from the dead to give you a brother's perspective on the Boston Massacre,” a low-pitched voice rasped. Angela's heart bucked. Jesus. She poked her head through the shirt's collar and found Tariq's ...
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... Tariq's eyes turned glazed and wolfish. “I love this song,” he said. Angela's thighs squirmed. Last night, once again, Tariq had tapped on her bedroom door and asked for an invitation into her room wearing nothing but his boxers. She and ...
... Tariq's eyes turned glazed and wolfish. “I love this song,” he said. Angela's thighs squirmed. Last night, once again, Tariq had tapped on her bedroom door and asked for an invitation into her room wearing nothing but his boxers. She and ...
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... Tariq out of the room by the hand, toward the stairs. Tariq walked behind her, rubbing just close enough that she could feel the solidness of his erection beneath his grilling apron. It was a tempting invitation. More than tempting ...
... Tariq out of the room by the hand, toward the stairs. Tariq walked behind her, rubbing just close enough that she could feel the solidness of his erection beneath his grilling apron. It was a tempting invitation. More than tempting ...
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... Tariq, I don't know if I have it in me to sit through another one of our bad talks. I really don't.” “I know,” Tariq said, blinking. “Let's do better this time then, Snook. I've . . .” But his voice trailed off. Angela heard quick-paced ...
... Tariq, I don't know if I have it in me to sit through another one of our bad talks. I really don't.” “I know,” Tariq said, blinking. “Let's do better this time then, Snook. I've . . .” But his voice trailed off. Angela heard quick-paced ...
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... Tariq were talking too long, their son assumed they were fighting. She couldn't blame him. Fighting was the one thing she and Tariq had always been good at together—over money, over parenting styles, and their worst, over that raggedy ...
... Tariq were talking too long, their son assumed they were fighting. She couldn't blame him. Fighting was the one thing she and Tariq had always been good at together—over money, over parenting styles, and their worst, over that raggedy ...
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