The Good House: A Novel
Tananarive Due
Language: English
Pages: 496
ISBN: 0743449010
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The home that belonged to Angela Toussaint's late grandmother is so beloved that 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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wide open. His neck hung loosely as Art lifted the bundle into his arms with another grunt. The dead boy’s face staring squarely at Angela was upside down, dangling over Art’s arm. “He’s up now,” Art said, beaming with unabashed good nature. “What did you want to ask him about, Rob? If you’ve got a question, just come out with it. Liza has dinner waiting, and my appetite’s come back, so I’m ready to eat. Glenn and I just got back from fishing.” Angela’s eardrum popped in pain when Liza began to
marvel, because it is rare for a lwa to mount a child; the danger to young ones is too great because they are not yet strong enough to carry such a burden. Yet, I was that strong as a child. As a child, I am convinced, I was the strongest I have ever been. Papa Legba has always favored me, and my love for him was sown early in my years. One day, when she feared she was near death, Grandmère bade me to wear her ring. I was but twelve, so the ring was too large for my ring finger, but she fitted
traditions as well as his guidance regarding the premise of this novel. I intended The Good House to be a story about the consequences of abusing magic, and I wanted to base that magical system within black traditions—which is why I chose vodou. But this is not a vodou book. Anyone who is curious about vodou and other African-based religions in their truer form should read works of nonfiction, as I did. The books I found most helpful wereFlash of the Spirit by Robert Farris Thompson; Jambalaya
dog disappeared overnight. I’m still looking for him.” “That dog’s history.” The certainty in his voice chilled her. If she were a police officer, she would have been sure Sean had something to do with Onyx’s disappearance. But it wasn’t that, not exactly. It was something else. “Why do you say that?” Sean shook his head, but didn’t speak. “You have something you want to tell me, Sean.” “You’re not safe over there. If I’d known you were thinking about coming back, I would have called you and
here in all this mess. “She’s got people she pays who could do this. That’s the fucked-up part,” Corey said. “You cuss a lot. You ever notice that?” “And if I bend over at the right angle, you can kiss my ass. You ever notice that?” Sean laughed. “I’m just saying. Miguelito’s going around the house saying bullshit all the time now, and my dad thinks it’s my fault.” Corey laughed. “I keep forgetting to watch my mouth around little kids. Sorry. It’s a habit.” “Everybody’s got their bad
