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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... dying. John's lean, rigid form stood tall over the other men, and Marie saw his eyes. He knew the truth, too. The lines of his jaw grew sharper as he locked his teeth. “Help her, Mrs. T'saint,” Hal Booth said, thrusting Maddie toward ...
... dying. John's lean, rigid form stood tall over the other men, and Marie saw his eyes. He knew the truth, too. The lines of his jaw grew sharper as he locked his teeth. “Help her, Mrs. T'saint,” Hal Booth said, thrusting Maddie toward ...
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... dying, and Marie had no more choice in this than she did the rhythms of her heart. “Get the blankets, John. Light candles. I'm going to fill the tub and fetch Grandmère's ring,” Marie said. That was how she told him it was decided. “You ...
... dying, and Marie had no more choice in this than she did the rhythms of her heart. “Get the blankets, John. Light candles. I'm going to fill the tub and fetch Grandmère's ring,” Marie said. That was how she told him it was decided. “You ...
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... died in a logging accident long before Angela was born, but to Angela, her strong-featured grandmother and Native American mate, with his long hair and dark, meditative face, were still the Lord and Lady of this manor. “'Bye, Gramma ...
... died in a logging accident long before Angela was born, but to Angela, her strong-featured grandmother and Native American mate, with his long hair and dark, meditative face, were still the Lord and Lady of this manor. “'Bye, Gramma ...
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... died. She'd motioned for Angela to come closer, then she'd slipped the slick, warm gold across Angela's finger, making her promise to keep it always. This ring had been Gramma Marie's good-bye to her, and Angela hadn't seen it in four ...
... died. She'd motioned for Angela to come closer, then she'd slipped the slick, warm gold across Angela's finger, making her promise to keep it always. This ring had been Gramma Marie's good-bye to her, and Angela hadn't seen it in four ...
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... died, and he barely remembered her. This was the first time he'd asked about his greatgrandmother with real interest, as if he wanted something from her memory. “What kind of things, Corey?” she said. “I don't understand.” Corey's gaze ...
... died, and he barely remembered her. This was the first time he'd asked about his greatgrandmother with real interest, as if he wanted something from her memory. “What kind of things, Corey?” she said. “I don't understand.” Corey's gaze ...
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