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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... sound was like choked gurgling from a deep well. Unnatural. The intervals between her breaths were horrible in their length, nearly interminable. This girl was dying. John's lean, rigid form stood tall over the other men, and Marie saw ...
... sound was like choked gurgling from a deep well. Unnatural. The intervals between her breaths were horrible in their length, nearly interminable. This girl was dying. John's lean, rigid form stood tall over the other men, and Marie saw ...
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... sound of their son's cries had snapped both of them back to themselves. Ever since, it seemed, Corey had been their wary referee. His face still wore the same expression, prepared for chaos. “Nothing's going on,” Angela said, swatting ...
... sound of their son's cries had snapped both of them back to themselves. Ever since, it seemed, Corey had been their wary referee. His face still wore the same expression, prepared for chaos. “Nothing's going on,” Angela said, swatting ...
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... sounds dumb now, but there was this girl I liked, right? Her name was Sherita, and I knew the ring was special to you, and I thought maybe it would be special to her.” Corey swallowed, glancing away. His voice became a monotone ...
... sounds dumb now, but there was this girl I liked, right? Her name was Sherita, and I knew the ring was special to you, and I thought maybe it would be special to her.” Corey swallowed, glancing away. His voice became a monotone ...
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... sound like that, but she and Corey had just had a rare nice talk, an actual conversation, so she ignored it. “I have to go to Sean's,” Corey said. “Take that up with Tariq, but we both know what he'll say. I tried to talk you guys out ...
... sound like that, but she and Corey had just had a rare nice talk, an actual conversation, so she ignored it. “I have to go to Sean's,” Corey said. “Take that up with Tariq, but we both know what he'll say. I tried to talk you guys out ...
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... sound of something exploding in a POP. Whatever it was, it was right near them, in the house. In the foyer. Angela looked at Myles at first, as if his arrival had brought the sound somehow, but he only looked deeply startled, shoulders ...
... sound of something exploding in a POP. Whatever it was, it was right near them, in the house. In the foyer. Angela looked at Myles at first, as if his arrival had brought the sound somehow, but he only looked deeply startled, shoulders ...
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