The Homecoming [NOOK Book]

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In Niceville, a pleasant Southern town where evil lurks just beneath the surface, two back-to-back airplane crashes set off a spellbinding chain reaction of murder, inadvertent kidnapping, and double-dealing.
 
Detective Nick Kavanaugh must balance his investigation into the accidents with family concerns and a long-buried mystery. He and his wife Kate, a family lawyer, have taken in Kate’s sister and her two children, escaping their ...

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Overview

In Niceville, a pleasant Southern town where evil lurks just beneath the surface, two back-to-back airplane crashes set off a spellbinding chain reaction of murder, inadvertent kidnapping, and double-dealing.
 
Detective Nick Kavanaugh must balance his investigation into the accidents with family concerns and a long-buried mystery. He and his wife Kate, a family lawyer, have taken in Kate’s sister and her two children, escaping their abusive father Byron Deitz. The Kavanaughs are also caring for the orphaned Rainey Teague, who recently survived a strange kidnapping and has come back a very different child. Rainey was not the last person to vanish from a Niceville street; most recently, an administrator from Rainey’s school, and—even worse—Kate’s father, a local historian, have gone missing.  Using her father’s files, Kate and Nick start to unearth their town’s bloodstained past, trying to discover the truth behind generations of disappearances. But a sinister someone—or something—stands in their way.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
A focused story makes for a smoother route to the small Southern town of Niceville in Stroud’s superior sequel to 2012’s convoluted Niceville. Nick Kavanaugh, a former Special Forces soldier now a tough county cop, and his lawyer wife, Kate, have become the guardians of 10-year-old Rainey Teague, a key player in the previous book. On a good day, Rainey is a handful, but he appears to be changing into the epitome of his evil ancestors. The answer to why this is so may lie in the gilt mirror hidden in the Kavanaughs’ closet. Meanwhile, the investigation of an armored-car heist during which four officers were murdered brings more violence to Niceville, including the accidental killing of a mobster and his grandson during a police shootout with an escaped prisoner. Elements such as an ancient ghost story, a nearby sinkhole that Native Americans consider a bad place, homicidal criminals, and the soul of one little boy meld into a rich, realistic supernatural thriller. Agent: Barney Karpfinger, Karpfinger Agency. (July)
From the Publisher
“NICEVILLE and THE HOMECOMING, by Carsten Stroud: crazy-good supernatural/crime/horror epic. Blew me away. Really one novel. You’ve never read anything like it. Faulkner crossed with Steve King.”
 —Stephen King

“An addictive small-town terror symphony masquerading as a beach read.” —Entertainment Weekly 

“Holds up against anything Hollywood can offer for summer entertainment. . . . Stroud works with the precision of a watchmaker.” —Richmond Times-Dispatch

“Classic southern noir crossed with a bit of Dean Koontz. . . . Simply terrific.” —The Globe and Mail (Canada)
 
“A genre-bending, page-turning, suspenseful read that is impossible to put down or to forget.” —Booklist

“Balances suspense and humor. . . . Shows off [Stroud’s] love for the American South and its difficult progress through history.” —The Free Lance-Star

“A fun, strange, thrilling ride. . . . The dialogue sings, the action [is] fueled by careful character development (and vice versa), and there is the un-simple pleasure of superb storytelling.” —Bookgasm

“A rich, realistic supernatural thriller.” —Publishers Weekly

“The place where noir, thriller, and paranormal fiction intersect.” —Kirkus Reviews

“Stroud’s tight plotting and colorful characters bounce between hard-boiled crime drama and suspenseful, creepy supernatural thriller. . . . The Homecoming is a breathless read with endless surprises and the solid writing of an author firmly in control of his craft.” —Shelf Awareness

Further praise for the Niceville series

"[Stroud] offers surprises, shocks, moments of lyricism, explosions of humor and unrelenting suspense. . . Superior storytelling.”—The Washington Post
 
“The last time I was so swiftly taken over by a work of fiction was probably when I read A Game of Thrones. Carsten Stroud’s wonderful Niceville isn’t really much like George R. R. Martin's fantasy novel, apart from being equally hard-boiled and engrossing, but it rockets around its deceptively staid Southern town, pulling bad guys and worse guys and long-ago misdeeds into a widening and unfolding tale about every kind of wickedness.” —Peter Straub

“Think Stephen King crossed with Mickey Spillane.” —Open Letters Monthly

Library Journal
Picking up where he left off in Niceville, the first volume in the “Niceville” trilogy, Stroud brings readers closer to the source of the darkness seeking to subsume his otherwise average Southern town. Here, detective Nick Kavanaugh and his wife, Kate, discover stranger things about Rainey Teague, the boy they took in after he vanished from the street and was found inside a long-unopened tomb. The unsolved robbery of the First Third Bank in nearby Gracie, which spurred much of the action in Niceville, grows more deadly with the arrival of a Mafia hit man. Meanwhile, the discovery of a car belonging to a school attendance officer at the bottom of the Tulip River just off Patton’s Hard provides a window into an even older mystery.

Verdict Combining elements of literary suspense and action thriller novels, this sequel answers many of the questions left unresolved at the end of Niceville, with enough unsolved to leave the reader looking forward to the next installment of this ominously action-packed saga. [See Prepub Alert, 1/25/13.]—Lawrence Rungren, Merrimack Valley Lib. Consortium, Andover, MA
(c) Copyright 2013. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

Kirkus Reviews
Thriller author Stroud returns to the eerie Southern town of Niceville, where plantation-era ghosts abound, gunplay is routine, and genres tend to morph and merge. For the sprawling second book in his trilogy, Stroud (Niceville, 2012) again strives to find the place where noir, thriller and paranormal fiction intersect. Detective Nick Kavanaugh is investigating a bank robbery that appears to have involved his brother-in-law Byron Dietz, a wife-beating horror who's implicated in some shady activity with Chinese businessmen. Meanwhile, Nick's wife, Kate, is caring for Deitz's shellshocked wife and kids, as well as 10-year-old Rainey Teague, who (as detailed in the first book) has a mystical connection to a family of slavery-era reprobates. Stroud can write knockout violent set pieces: A high-speed police chase gone terribly awry; Dietz's wild escape from custody thanks to a deer crashing into a transport bus; and a standoff in a Bass Pro Shop stocked with guns and outdoor gear. In these scenes, Stroud masters stark imagery, tough talk and street smarts, even if the cops other than Nick are relatively faceless. Where the book stumbles is in its ungainly effort to weave in plodding bits of horror and Southern history amid the crime story. Scenes involving Rainey Teague largely involve him and extended members of the Kavanaugh clan exploring an old plantation house, where Teague is possessed by "nothing," a nefarious demon trying to extract him from adult support. As a vision of evil, a boldfaced voice in a preteen's head isn't especially terrifying, and, tucked as this all is in a busy plot thick with characters and historical references, its impact is weakened further still. The most clearly drawn character, in fact, is Deitz, but he's a hard guy to root for. A third book may resolve the tangled plot, but this one is messy and overwritten.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780385349635
  • Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 7/16/2013
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 432
  • Sales rank: 166,378
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author

CARSTEN STROUD is a New York Times bestselling writer of fiction and nonfiction. His novels include Sniper's Moon, Lizard Skin, Black WaterTransit, Cuba Straight and Cobraville. He lives in Toronto and is currently working on his next novel.
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A House by the Side of the Road

A sunlit fall afternoon in the Garrison Hills section of Niceville. Kate was waiting for Rainey Teague and Axel Deitz to come home from Regiopolis Prep. She did this whenever she could, waited on the stairway like this, so Rainey and Axel would see her standing there when they turned the corner. Both boys needed to see someone waiting for them.
Axel’s mother was working from Mondays to Fridays down in Cap City, as a civilian employee of the FBI, a job engineered for her by Boonie Hackendorff, the Special Agent in Charge and a family friend. -Beth’s daughter, Hannah, just turned five, spent the week in Cap City with her mother, at a day care facility maintained for FBI staff. Beth and Hannah made it home on weekends.

Their father was still in Twin Counties Correctional, awaiting the outcome of a long and complicated federal appeal demanding that he be remanded to Washington, D.C., to face a charge that he had conspired to sell national defense information to a foreign nation, specifically China. Apparently the Chinese government had taken the view that the death of their people was an act of aggression on the part of the U.S. intelligence agencies.

The matter was being fought out in various jurisdictions, from the State Department and Justice all the way down to the screamers on talk radio. Kate had followed the ins and outs of the case. She felt it could go either way. Byron might get sent to Cap City for a trial, or he could end up on a plane to Beijing, wrapped in heavy chains.

As for Rainey, his father, Miles, was lying stiff, cold, and dead in the white Greek Revival temple that was the Teague family crypt in the New Hill section of Niceville’s Confederate Cemetery. Miles was on the second shelf from the top, just below an ancestor named Jubal Teague, and across the way from Jubal’s brother, Tyree Teague. Miles had a small mahogany box tucked under his right hand that contained what little they could find of his head.
Jubal and Tyree were the sons of the infamous London Teague.

He -wasn’t there. No one knew where London Teague’s body was. No one cared. He was rumored to have died of syphilis in a brothel in Baton Rouge, or possibly it was Biloxi, a bitter old man given to gin and violence.

London’s son Jubal seemed to have lived an honorable life, serving with distinction as a Confederate cavalry officer during the Civil War, the same war that saw his brother, Tyree, cut down by Union grapeshot at Front Royal.
Jubal Teague went on to become the father of a deeply unpleasant man named Abel Teague. Deeply unpleasant men seemed to reappear in the Teague line fairly often. Like his grandfather London’s, Abel Teague’s body was not in the family crypt either, for roughly the same reasons.

Kate had undertaken an informal study of the Teague line, keeping her interest a secret from Nick, whose instinctive unease around Rainey had, over time, receded, or had appeared to recede. She had no desire to have that unease flare up again. So here she was, standing on the landing, waiting for the last of the Teagues to come down Beauregard Lane. And there they were.

Her heartbeat jumped a groove, like a needle in an old vinyl record, but she calmed herself. Lately she had been doing a lot of that. Two weeks ago, she’d gotten a -heads‑up call from Alice Bayer, Delia Cotton’s -ex--housekeeper. Nick had gotten Alice a job as attendance secretary at Regiopolis.

Alice had called to say that Rainey and Axel had been skipping a lot of classes lately, and she wanted to know if there was anything she could do to help, because “she -really felt for those young men, for what they’d both been through.”

This was very much on -Kate’s mind as she watched the boys coming up the sidewalk. They were wearing baggy gray slacks and white shirts, each with a sky-blue-and-gold-striped tie and a navy blue blazer with a gold pocket crest, a crucifix bound up in roses and thorns, the insignia of Regiopolis Prep. This was the Regiopolis school uniform, a uniform Rainey had worn since he was four, but Axel had only recently acquired.

About Rainey, the Jesuits at Regiopolis Prep and the therapists from the Belfair and Cullen County Child Protection Agency and the doctors and the various law enforcement agencies involved in the Rainey Teague -Case—-it was one of those cases that seemed to demand -capitals—-had all agreed that, after the emotional trauma he had been through, what Rainey Teague needed most was continuity and predictability.

Rainey had grown two inches in the last months, and his physiotherapy had ended weeks ago. Now he was a strong, fit young boy. Axel adored him, as younger brothers sometimes worship older brothers. Axel felt that Rainey could do no wrong. Kate hoped he was right.

Rainey and Axel reached the foot of the steps, heads down, immersed in a low and, from the sound of it, intense conversation, neither of them seeing Kate standing there.

Kate was about to speak when she caught a flash of green over in the square, in a patch of slanting sunlight, by the sparkling fountain.

A woman was standing there, in a white dress, or perhaps a nightgown, looking back at her.

By some trick of the afternoon light through the trees, the air around her had a greenish glow, as if she were standing inside a swirling cloud of emerald sparks. The woman was thin, and looked as if she had been ill for a long time, but she had glossy black hair. Her face looked familiar, as if Kate had seen her once, in a dream, or perhaps an old movie. The woman was very still and seemed to be staring intently at the house.

Kate was overcome with a strong sense of déjà vu. A name floated up into her consciousness.

Anora Mercer

A tremor ran through her body. Not fear. Painful regret? Vertigo? Was she losing her mind?

Kate lifted a hand to her, and the -woman—-if she was there at -all—-raised her hand in response.

Kate almost called out to her.

A wind stirred the trees around her and the sunlight shimmered into a translucent green shadow and when it steadied again the image was gone.

Kate heard Axel call her name, and when she looked back down at him, he was staring up at her.

Her smile faltered and died away.

“Axel, you look terrible. What happened?”

Axel tilted his head and looked at her through his long brown hair, his eyes dark with anger. His shirttail was hanging out and the knees of his slacks were stained with mud.

Kate came down the stairs and took him by the shoulders. He was vibrating like a plucked string. When he opened his mouth to speak, Kate saw blood on his teeth. She looked over at Rainey, who was standing over Axel with a protective arm laid across the smaller boy’s shoulders.

“He had a fight with Coleman Mauldar,” said Rainey. Kate felt her heart sink.
Coleman Mauldar was the only child of the mayor of Niceville, a jovial and ruthless man whom everybody called Little Rock.

Coleman was barely fourteen, but thanks to the roulette wheel of genetics, sixty pounds heavier and a foot taller than either Rainey or Axel, strong and quick, a gifted athlete, full of charm and mischief. He and his followers, Jay Dials and Owen Coors, had been making Rainey’s school days a misery ever since he had been abducted a year and a half ago. Now that Axel was living with him, Axel was getting his share of the abuse.

“What happened, Rainey?”

Axel wiped his face, straightened his back, cut in before Rainey could speak.

“They were calling him Crypt Boy again. So this time I smacked him one.”

“We got into a fight with them,” said Rainey. “But it -didn’t last long.”

“What happened?”

“Father Casey broke it up. He said it -wasn’t fair, because they were bigger than us.”

Axel wiped his nose on his sleeve.

“They’re never gonna stop,” Rainey said. “I’m Crypt Boy and Axel is Cop Killer’s Kid. They followed us home today, calling us names, until we got to the corner there. I wish my dad were here. He would have taken care of them.”
This of course cracked her heart, but she kept it hidden from the boys.

Kate had resolved to talk to the boys about Alice Bayer’s call, about skipping -classes—-this was her main reason for being here today to greet -them—-though what they had just said made it difficult to bring it up right now.
But her sense of injustice was on fire.

Working as a family practice lawyer had brought her in contact with a lot of childish stupidity and meanness, not all of it committed by children.

But when it was . . . Rousseau thought that all children were innocent until corrupted by the adult world. Rousseau was dead wrong.

There was a bit of grave evil in every child, but in a few children, grave evil was all there was and all there ever would be.
People -didn’t like to think this, but in family law, and in -Nick’s world, it was a fact of life. On his own, Jay Dials was a decent kid, from a good -family—-his father owned Billy Dials Town and Country, a building supply store on South -Gwinnett—-and Owen Coors was the son of a state police captain, Marty Coors, a close friend of -Nick’s.

Jay and Owen knew right from wrong well enough. But in -Kate’s opinion, when they got with Coleman, things changed.
Behind his good looks and his cheerful manner, Kate believed, Coleman Mauldar was a sadistic monster, and right at this moment she felt she could do almost anything to him, hurt him badly, just to make him stop.

Axel and Rainey were looking at her and what she was feeling must have been written on her face.

“So if Coleman is bad,” Axel asked, “is it okay to hurt him back?”

I’d love to, Kate was thinking.

“We’re going to have to do something about this. Axel, your mom and I will go have a talk with Father Casey about all of this. In the meantime, both of you come in. We’ll get you cleaned up.”

Axel nodded, seemed to shake off his bad mood. Axel was a resilient kid, in some ways tougher than Rainey. He came up the stairs in a lighter mood.

Rainey stayed down on the street, looking across at the park with the fountain.

Kate, coming up behind him, caught the hunted look in his large brown eyes.

She turned to follow his look, thinking about Coleman Mauldar and his . . . his minions. If they had the nerve to follow him here, if they were loitering in the park over there, they were going to bitterly regret it. They were going to bitterly regret a lot from now on. Kate was going to make a project out of Coleman Mauldar.

“Are you looking for Coleman?”

Rainey looked up at her, his expression blank, and then back out at the square.

“No. I was looking for somebody else.”

“Somebody else? Who?”

“Nobody,” he said, turning away. “Just a person I saw once.”

“In the park over there? Just now? Because I thought I saw a lady in white standing in—”

“No,” said Rainey, slipping away. “It was nobody. Nobody at all.”

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  • Posted September 27, 2013

    After I reviewed the first book in this series, Niceville, I swo

    After I reviewed the first book in this series, Niceville, I swore I wouldn’t buy the second book. But then I got it as a present from someone who meant well, and obviously thought I’d enjoy it. Based on the synopsis, it sure sounds like the kind of book I’d enjoy. Except that it isn’t. The Homecoming, the second book in the Niceville series, is only slightly better than its predecessor, and it still isn’t very impressive.

    There’s too much action. That might be great for fans of noir fiction, or action thrillers, but this book is neither, so it’s remarkably out of place. The book starts with a plane filled with the Chinese mob crashing into a mountain in a terrible accident. The police of Niceville is still trying to figure out who was behind the terrible heist mentioned in the previous book, the bank robbery and then the murder of several police officers. We meet the culprits, and a dangerous cat and mouse game between them unfolds. Rainy Teague is living with our main character, Nick Cavanaugh, and each day, the boy acts stranger and stranger. Nick had to arrest his brother in law, Byron Deitz, for the bank robbery, but he doesn’t think Byron, even though he may occassionally beat his wife and is, in general, a bad person, would be stupid enough to do such a thing. His wife’s dad is still missing and her sister and cousins, Byron’s wife and children, are now living with them.

    But the spirits of Niceville haven’t gone to rest yet, and they keep haunting the living. Except that it’s not scary. It’s too grotesque to be scary, the characters perceived in too much detail to keep hold of the major picture, too much stuff going on to truly focus on the macabre. The book details more about the plane crash, the creepy history of the town and the robbery gone wrong than it does about Niceville’s ghosts. The only thing truly scary would be Rainey, because he no longer acts like a little boy, but like something else entirely.

    The best scenes for me was when they found the car wreck in the swamp (or whatever it was) and then found the weird skeletons attached. That intrigued me. It was something new, fresh, vibrant. The rest of the book, alas, isn’t like that at all. It’s a dull mix of different genres, and it tries too hard to stand out from the crowd.

    The book is slightly better than the first, but it still doesn’t convince me. Too many loose storylines, not enough focus on the hauntings and disappearances, and way too much focus on robbers and mob deals.

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    Posted July 22, 2013

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    Does this book have bad stuff in it cuz i need to know cuz my mom checks my nook

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