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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... mind, talking senseless. Her skin's burning up one minute, cold as a block of ice the next. And her breathing . . .” Yes, Marie could hear Maddie's breathing. The girl's chest heaved with her labored breaths, and the sound was like ...
... mind, talking senseless. Her skin's burning up one minute, cold as a block of ice the next. And her breathing . . .” Yes, Marie could hear Maddie's breathing. The girl's chest heaved with her labored breaths, and the sound was like ...
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... mind-blowing like Egypt. She'd been mourning the loss of the magic until the moment Tariq's van had driven up and Corey had looked out of the living room's picture window and said, Dad's here, his tone dazed, his face emblazoned with an ...
... mind-blowing like Egypt. She'd been mourning the loss of the magic until the moment Tariq's van had driven up and Corey had looked out of the living room's picture window and said, Dad's here, his tone dazed, his face emblazoned with an ...
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... mind as she stared at the top of her mother's braided scalp in its death-pose on that tabletop: Thank you, God. “Gramma Marie was the best thing that ever happened to me, Marlene,” Angela said quietly, nudging those memories away. “I'm ...
... mind as she stared at the top of her mother's braided scalp in its death-pose on that tabletop: Thank you, God. “Gramma Marie was the best thing that ever happened to me, Marlene,” Angela said quietly, nudging those memories away. “I'm ...
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... mind.” Shit, Angela thought. Something in Oakland. Or something with Sean. Suddenly, Angela remembered Marlene's inquiry about Sean at the market: They're always running here and there. . . . Angela felt inexplicably panicked. Herbelly ...
... mind.” Shit, Angela thought. Something in Oakland. Or something with Sean. Suddenly, Angela remembered Marlene's inquiry about Sean at the market: They're always running here and there. . . . Angela felt inexplicably panicked. Herbelly ...
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A Novel Tananarive Due. Corey, Angela thought, her mind splintering. Then, she shouted his name. Sheriff Rob Graybold went down the cellar stairs first, and she leaned on him, pushing. He'd told her to stay back, to let him take a look ...
A Novel Tananarive Due. Corey, Angela thought, her mind splintering. Then, she shouted his name. Sheriff Rob Graybold went down the cellar stairs first, and she leaned on him, pushing. He'd told her to stay back, to let him take a look ...
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