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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... Watching her husband's caution, Marie felt knowledge bubble up inside of her. She sensed the ever-knowing 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 ...
... Watching her husband's caution, Marie felt knowledge bubble up inside of her. She sensed the ever-knowing 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 ...
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... language, holding her face between his large palms. “Yaka humm. Wake okoke skookum deaub. Wake alta.” She could feel his meaning more keenly when she didn't recognize his words, watching his emotions light his face while Tananarive Due.
... language, holding her face between his large palms. “Yaka humm. Wake okoke skookum deaub. Wake alta.” She could feel his meaning more keenly when she didn't recognize his words, watching his emotions light his face while Tananarive Due.
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A Novel Tananarive Due. recognize his words, watching his emotions light his face while the foreign speech washed over her. She had to look away. “I have to do it, John. I am responsible.” John sighed, leaning closer to her until their ...
A Novel Tananarive Due. recognize his words, watching his emotions light his face while the foreign speech washed over her. She had to look away. “I have to do it, John. I am responsible.” John sighed, leaning closer to her until their ...
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... watching him dart through and around bigger, stronger men with a football cradled under his arm like a bundled infant, she had felt her juices flowing on a much deeper level than her juices had flowed for any of the men she'd met at law ...
... watching him dart through and around bigger, stronger men with a football cradled under his arm like a bundled infant, she had felt her juices flowing on a much deeper level than her juices had flowed for any of the men she'd met at law ...
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... her, even if the presence of the gun had scared her more. “Does that boy know we spent two hundred dollars on fireworks? Lemme go talk to him.” Watching Tariq follow Corey, Angela knew that the frail opportunity Tananarive Due.
... her, even if the presence of the gun had scared her more. “Does that boy know we spent two hundred dollars on fireworks? Lemme go talk to him.” Watching Tariq follow Corey, Angela knew that the frail opportunity Tananarive Due.
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