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Damaged Houses

A master craftsman, Don Lark could fix everything except what mattered, his own soul. After tragedy claimed the one thing he loved, he began looking for dilapidated houses to buy, renovate, and resell at a profit--giving these empty shells the second chance at life he denied himself.

Damaged Souls

Then in a quiet Southern town, Lark finds his

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Damaged Houses

A master craftsman, Don Lark could fix everything except what mattered, his own soul. After tragedy claimed the one thing he loved, he began looking for dilapidated houses to buy, renovate, and resell at a profit--giving these empty shells the second chance at life he denied himself.

Damaged Souls

Then in a quiet Southern town, Lark finds his biggest challenge: a squalid yet sturdy mansion that has suffered decades of abuse at the hands of greedy landlords and transient tenants. While two charming old neighbor ladies ply him with delicious cooking, they offer dire warnings about the house's evil past. But there is something about this building that pushes Lark on, even as its enchantments grow increasingly ominous. Will finishing the house offer Lark redemption, or unleash the darkest forces of damnation upon him?

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Orson Scott Card, bestselling author and master of the science fiction and fantasy genres, presents Homebody: A Novel, a spine-chilling tale about a man who must overcome the demons of his past -- and the bitterly sad demons he unwittingly stirs up while renovating a faded Southern mansion.

When driving through Greensboro, North Carolina, Don Lark happens upon a derelict 1870s mansion that's crying out for restoration, and he envisions a job that will bring him temporary distraction and a tidy profit. He buys the property, intending to restore the house to its former glory and then, as with past projects, sell it and move on. There's just one problem -- this once beautiful house has a way of holding on to those who cross its threshold. Lark's aging neighbors, Miss Evelyn and Miss Judea, stridently pray that he leave the house during a get-to-know-the-new-man meal: "Bless him to be smart enough to get the hell out of that house before it eats him alive." Don Lark doesn't know it, but this house will eventually change his life -- or take it.

Card deftly captures the atmosphere of a small Southern town, from the charms of an overhanging willow to the endearingly entrenched etiquette of his protective neighbors. He dares the reader to peer inside a troubled house and its equally troubled tenants. Ultimately, he offers compelling evidence that a strong will and a good heart can make a house a home, but not until the owner reckons with both personal and otherworldly demons.

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New House


Dr. Calhoun Bellamy made it a point to stay away from his property while the crew was tearing down the old Varley house. He didn't want to remember scenes of destruction. All he wanted to see was each step in the construction of the new house, the one he had designed for Renee and for the children they would have together.

Architecture was all he had wanted to study, ever since his father sent him abroad after the War Between the States. It wasn't the grandeur of the great buildings of Europe, the cathedrals and palaces, monuments and museums, that made him long to be a shaper of human spaces. Rather it was the country houses of Tuscany, Provence, and England. In his mind they formed a strange amalgam: the rambling outdoors-indoors of the villas designed for the perpetual summer and spring of the Mediterranean, and the bright-windowed tight enclosures in which the English managed to frolic despite the bitter winter and the endless rain. He came home full of ideas for houses that would transform American life, only to find that architects weren't interested in new ideas. No one would take this mad young man as a student. At last Cal settled down to study medicine and follow in his father's footsteps.

But now, with his marriage less than a year away, he was granting himself one last indulgence. In consultation with an architect from Richmond, he had designed a house which seemed to be a conventional Victorian on the outside, but which on the inside preserved some of the ideas he had developed abroad. Nothing too strange, just a different use of space that made him dream of the swirling dancers at a country-house ball, witharches that reminded him of the open doors and passageways of the Riviera and the hills above Florence. The architect tried to persuade him that no one would be comfortable in such a house, but Cal responded with cheerful obstinacy. This was the house he wanted; the architect's job was to draw up plans for a structure that would last, as Cal modestly suggested, until the Rapture.

"Do you happen to know when that might be?" asked the architect, only a little superciliously. "I wouldn't want to waste your money on excessive sturdiness."

"Make it last forever," said Cal. "Just in case."

All that remained now was for the old Quaker family's house, which had been standing longer than Greensborough had been a town, to be cleared from the lot on Baker Street. The city was growing toward the west, and although this was not the wealthiest neighborhood, it was the most tasteful. It was fitting that the son and heir of the most prominent physician in the city should build his bride a house on such a piece of land. The wooded gully at the back of the lot would guarantee privacy and a wild-seeming, natural setting; the large carriagehouse and servants' quarters would separate the house from the neighbors on the one side; and shaded residential streets bounded the property on the other two sides. In effect, the house would stand alone, conventionally graceful on the outside, a place of surprise and enchantment within.
So Cal was not pleased when a servant boy came all out of breath into his offices and insisted on giving him a message from the foreman of the wrecking crew. "You best come, sir. What they found you gots to see."

"Tell them to wait half an hour-doesn't it occur to them I have patients whose needs are urgent?"

The boy only looked puzzled. There was no hope of his delivering the message coherently.

"Never mind. Just tell them to wait until I get there."

"Yes sir," said the boy, and off he ran again. No doubt the moment he was out of sight he'd amble as slowly as possible. That's the way it was with these people. You could make them free, but you couldn't make workers out of them. There was a limit to what Northern arms could impose on a prostrate South.

In truth he had no patients that afternoon and so it was only a few moments before he set out from his office, walking because it was such a fine day. He expected to pass the boy on the way, but apparently he was either more ambitious than Cal had expected or better at hiding.

Cal was not surprised to see the entire crew lolling around-getting paid, no doubt, for their waiting time. But if the foreman was at all embarrassed about wasting Cal's money, he showed no sign of it. "Something none of us was expecting, sir," said the foreman, "and there was nothing for it but to ask you to decide."

"Decide what?"

"I reckon you best come down into the old cellar with me and I'll show you."

With the house a ruin, it wasn't a safe enterprise, slipping down into the darkness of the cellar. Even when they got to the brightly lighted place where the floor above had been torn away, it was tricky walking without banging head or shins into some lurking obstruction. But at last the foreman brought him to a stone foundation wall with a small hole knocked in it.


Cal definitely did not see. Not till the foreman took out several more stones and held a lantern into the opening. Only then did it become clear that there was a tunnel connecting the cellar with . . . what?

"Where does it lead?"

"Sent the boy down there, and he popped out in the gully. Looks like them Varleys was smuggling niggers out before the war."

Cal tightened his lips. "I hope you'll never use that term in my presence again."

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Guest More than 1 year ago
The book in itself is not quite what I expected. After reading the Ender series, I was almost dissappointed. Nonetheless, this is a good book, however, the storyline can be slow at times. The story has some interesting twists throughout the book. I would recommend this book to people, but I would not recommend it as one of Orson Scott Card's better works. The book delves into some situations that cause you to do some inward thinking as to what you would do in a situation like what Don faces. If you are a person who enjoys really happy endings... this is the right book for you. Also, if you are a lonely or divorced or widdowed or grieving for the loss of a child... this is the right book for you. Don has to deal with the grief of all these things and still try to survive himself. This book blends all these emotions and obstacles and fixes everything in the end.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this book... I wasn't sure what to expect, and even with that, it wasn't what I was expecting, but was well written with those fabulous concepts that Orson Scott Card always provides.
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SnapeLover More than 1 year ago
Fantastic Ghost/Love Story! Card has yet to disappoint me. This is quite a ghost story, with rich characters and wonderful settings discriptions. The hero is flawed and yet has such integrity. He remains true to himself and his friends, while predictably righting wrongs. Witty, scary, and nail bittingly tense but such fun.!
moms4elmo More than 1 year ago
No. This is definitely not a typical Orson Scott Card book, but for those who are not fully sci-fi fans, this book is great. I am a fan of fantasy, alternate reality stories and this hit the spot. I was pleasantly surprised to find his phenomenal writing at my local library, too. Orson Scott Card steps over the bounds of reality and mixes in a ghost story twist. Think Monster House! Must read for those who have never tried him! He has a few more like this, too.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
Once again Orson Scott Card creates a novel where the charecters are as real as your close friends. He brings you into the novel from the first page and doesn't let go. I'm not sure I like the beginning very much though. I see it as pointless for bringing the Cindy charecter in, but the rest was great, with an unsuspecting twist at the end. I really enjoyed this book and recommend it to anyone who wants to read a classic original haunted house story.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Again Card is able to create characters as real as your neighbors. You are sucked into the story from the first chapter and it don't let you go until your finished. I have lent my book to several friends and relatives and they all agree it's one of the best books they have read. This one should be made into a movie. YO! Orson, get busy on the script!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
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