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Silence Fallen (A Mercy Thompson Novel) Audio CD – Unabridged, March 7, 2017
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Attacked and abducted in her home territory, Mercy finds herself in the clutches of the most powerful vampire in the world, taken as a weapon to use against alpha werewolf Adam and the ruler of the Tri-Cities vampires. In coyote form, Mercy escapes—only to find herself without money, without clothing, and alone in the heart of Europe...
Unable to contact Adam and the rest of the pack, Mercy has allies to find and enemies to fight, and she needs to figure out which is which. Ancient powers stir, and Mercy must be her agile best to avoid causing a war between vampires and werewolves, and between werewolves and werewolves. And in the heart of the ancient city of Prague, old ghosts rise...
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherPenguin Audio
- Publication dateMarch 7, 2017
- Dimensions5.1 x 1.1 x 5.9 inches
- ISBN-101524755761
- ISBN-13978-1524755768
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"Patricia Briggs is an incredible writer and Silence Fallen is simply fantastic. I love hanging out with the amazing characters in this series!"—Nalini Singh, New York Times bestselling author of the Psy-Changeling series
“Patricia Briggs never fails to deliver an exciting, magic and fable filled suspense story. Silence Fallen is one of her best.”—Erin Watt, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Royals series
“I love these books.”—Charlaine Harris, #1 New York Times bestselling author
“The best new urban fantasy series I’ve read in years.”—Kelley Armstrong, #1 New York Times bestselling author
“It is always a joy to pick up a new Briggs novel, and she certainly doesn’t disappoint with this latest Mercy Thompson book. . . . the character development is wonderful, not to mention there is plenty of action, humor and magic to satisfy readers’ cravings! Briggs hits another one out of the park!” —RT Book Reviews
“Packed with an awesome mix of the supernatural, humor, romance, and action, topping itself off with one wallop of a surprise at the end that will knock you out of your armchair. If you haven’t given this series a try, you’re totally missing out!” —The Independent (Utah)
“Silence Fallen . . . is now my favorite book in the series. There's no question that this series continues to get better with every book.” —Fresh Fiction
“Briggs’ Mercy Thompson book series is one of the standard-bearers of the urban-fantasy subgenre.” —Booklist
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Mercy
This wasn't the first time chocolate got me in trouble.
I died first, so I made cookies.
They were popular fare on Pirate night, so I needed to make a lot. Darryl had gotten me a jumbo-sized antique mixing bowl last Christmas that probably could have held the water supply for an elephant for a day. I don't know where he found it.
If I ever filled the bowl entirely, I'd have to have one of the werewolves move it. It ate the eighteen cups of flour I dumped into it with room for more. All the while, piratical howls rose up the stairway from the bowels of the basement.
"Jesse-" Aiden began, raising his voice to carry over an enthusiastic if off-key whistling rendition of "The Sailor's Hornpipe."
"Call me Barbary Belle," my stepdaughter, Jesse, reminded him.
Aiden might have looked and sounded like he was a boy, but he hadn't been young for a very long time. We had assimilated him, rather than adopted him, as he was centuries older than Adam and me put together. He was still finding some things about modern life difficult to adjust to, like the live-action-role-playing (LARP) aspect of the computer-based pirate game they were playing.
"It only works right if you think of me as a pirate and not your sister," Jesse said patiently. Ignoring his response that she wasn't his sister, she continued, "As long as you call me Jesse-that's who you think of when you interact with me. You have to believe I'm a pirate to make it a proper game. The first step is to call me by my game name-Barbary Belle."
There was a pause as someone let out a full-throated roar that subsided into a groan of frustration.
"Eat clamshells, you sodding buffoon," Ben chortled. His game name was Sodding Bart, but I didn't have to think of him that way because I was dead, anyway.
I got out my smaller mixing bowl, the one that had been perfectly adequate until I married into a werewolf pack. I filled it with softened butter, brown sugar, and vanilla. As I mixed them together, I decided that it wasn't that I was a bad pirate, it was that I had miscalculated. By baking sugar-and-chocolate-laden food whenever I died first, I'd succeeded in turning myself into a target.
The oven beeped to tell me it was at temperature, and I found all four cookie sheets in the narrow cabinet that they belonged in-a minor miracle. I wasn't the only one who got KP duty in the house, but I seemed to be the only one who could put things in the same place (where they belonged) on a regular basis. The baking pans, in particular, got shoved all sorts of odd places. I had once found one of them in the downstairs bathroom. I didn't ask-but I washed that motherhumper with bleach before I used it to bake on again.
"Motherhumper" was a word that was catching on in the pack with horrible efficiency after "Sodding Bart" Ben had started using it in his pirate role. I wasn't quite sure whether it was a real swearword that no one had thought up yet, one of those swearwords that were real swearwords in Ben's home country of Great Britain (like "fanny," which meant something very different in the UK than it did here), or a replacement swearword like "darn" or "shoot." In any case, I'd found myself using it on occasions when "dang" wasn't quite strong enough-like finding cookware in bathrooms.
I thought I was good to go when I found the baking pans. But when I opened the cupboard where there should have been ten bags of chocolate chips, there were only six. I searched the kitchen and came up with another one (open and half-gone) in the top cupboard behind the spaghetti noodles, which made six and a half, leaner than I liked for a double-quadruple batch, but it would do.
What would not do was no eggs. And there were no eggs.
I scrounged through the fridge for the second time, checking out the back corners and behind the milk, where things liked to hide. But even though I'd gotten four dozen eggs two days ago, there was not an egg to be had.
There were perils in living in the de facto clubhouse of a werewolf pack. Thawing roasts in the fridge required the concealment skills of a WWII French Underground spy working in Nazi headquarters. I hadn't hidden the eggs because, since they were neither sweet nor bleeding, I'd thought they were safe. I'd been wrong.
The majority of the egg-and-roast-stealing werewolf pack was currently downstairs, enthralled in games of piracy on the high seas of the computer screen. There was irony in how much they loved the pirate computer game-werewolves are too dense to swim. Coyotes, even coyote shifters like me, can swim just fine-except, apparently, in The Dread Pirate's Booty scenarios, because I'd drowned four times this month.
I hadn't drowned this time, though. This time, I'd died with my stepdaughter's knife in my back. Barbary Belle was highly skilled with knives.
"I'm headed to the Stop and Rob," I called downstairs. "Does anyone need anything?"
The store wasn't really called that, of course; it had a perfectly normal name that I couldn't remember. "Stop and Rob" was more of a general term for a twenty-four-hour gas station and convenience store, a sobriquet earned in the days when the night-shift clerk had been left on his or her own with a till full of thousands of dollars. Technology-cameras, quick-drop safes that didn't open until daylight, and silent alarms-had made working the night shift safer, but they'd always be Stop and Robs to me.
"Argh," said my husband Adam's voice, traveling up the stairs. "Gold and women and grog!" He didn't play often, but when he did, he played full throttle and immersed.
"Gold and women and grog!" echoed a chorus of men's voices.
"Would you listen to them?" said Mary Jo scornfully. "Give me a man who knows what to do with what the good Lord gave him instead of these clueless scallywags who run at the first sight of a real woman."
"Argh," agreed Auriele, while Jesse giggled.
"Swab the decks, ye lubbers, lest you slide in the blood and crack your four-pounders," I called. "And whate'er ye do, don't trust Barbary Belle at your back."
There was a roar of general agreement, and Jesse giggled again.
"And, Captain Larson," I said, addressing Adam-my mate had taken the name from Jack London's The Sea-Wolf-"you can have gold, and you can have grog. You go after another woman, and you'll be pulling back a stub."
There was a little silence.
"Argh," said Adam with renewed enthusiasm. "I got me a woman. What do I need with more? The women are for my men!"
"Argh!" roared his men. "Bring us gold, grog, and women!"
"Men!" said Auriele, sweet-voiced. "Bring us a few good men."
"Stupidheads," growled Honey. "Die!"
There was a general outcry because, apparently, several someones did.
I laughed my way out the door.
After a moment's thought, I took Adam's SUV. I was going to have to figure out what to do for a daily driver. My beloved Vanagon Syncro was getting far too many miles put on her, and her transmission was rare and more precious than gold on the secondary market. I'd been driving her ever since my poor Rabbit had been totaled, and the van was starting to need more and more repairs. I'd looked at an '87 Jetta with a blown engine a few days ago. They wanted too much for it, but maybe I'd just have to pony up.
The SUV growled the couple of miles to the convenience store that was ten miles closer to home than any other store open at this hour of the night. The clerk was restocking cigarettes and didn't look up as I passed him.
I picked up two dozen overpriced eggs and three equally overpriced bags of chocolate chips and set them on the counter. The clerk turned away from the cigarettes, looked at me, and froze. He swallowed hard and looked away-scanning the bar codes on the eggs with a hand that shook so much that he might save me the effort of cracking the shells myself.
"You must be new?" I suggested, running my ATM card in the reader.
He knew who I was without knowing the important things, I thought.
I found the limelight disconcerting, but I was slowly getting used to it. My husband was Alpha of the local pack; he'd been a household name in the Tri-Cities since the werewolves first revealed their existence a few years ago. When we'd married, I'd gotten a little of his reflected glory, but after helping to fight a troll on the Cable Bridge a couple of months ago, I had become at least as well-known as Adam. People reacted differently to the reality of werewolves in the world. Sensible people stayed a certain length back. Others were stupidly friendly or not-so-stupidly afraid. The new guy obviously belonged to the latter group.
"Started last week," the clerk muttered as he bagged the chocolate chips and eggs as if they might bite him.
"I'm not a werewolf," I told him. "You don't have anything to fear from me. And my husband has put a moratorium on killing gas-station clerks this week."
The clerk blinked at me.
"None of the pack will hurt you," I clarified, reminding myself not to try to be funny around people who were too scared to know I was joking. "If you have any trouble with a werewolf or something like that, you can call us"-I found the card holder in my purse and gave him one of the pack's cards, printed on off-white card stock-"at this number. We'll take care of it if we can."
We all carried the cards now that we'd (my fault) taken on the task of policing the supernatural community of the Tri-Cities, protecting the human citizens from things that go bump in the night. We'd also been called in to find lost children, dogs, and, once, two calves and their guard llama. Zack had composed a song for that one. I hadn't even known he could play guitar.
Sometimes the job of protecting the Tri-Cities was more glamorous than others. The livestock call, in addition to being musically commemorated, had actually been something of a PR coup: photos of werewolves herding small lost calves back home had gone viral on Facebook.
The clerk took the card as if it were going to bite him. "Okay," he lied.
I couldn't do any better than that, so I left with my cookie-making ingredients. I hopped into the SUV and set the bag on the passenger seat as I backed out of the parking space. Frowning, I wondered if his strong reaction might be due to something that had happened to him-a personal incident. I looked both ways before heading out onto the road. Maybe I should go talk to him again.
I was still worrying about the clerk when there was a loud noise that stole my breath. The bag with the eggs in it flew off the seat, and something hit me with a loud bang and a foul smell-and then there was a sharp pain, followed by . . . nothing.
I think I woke up several times, for no more than a few minutes that ended abruptly when I moved. I heard people talking, mostly the voices of unfamiliar men, but I couldnÕt understand what they were saying. Magic shimmered and itched. Then a warm breath of spring air drifted through the pain and took it all away. I slept, more tired than I ever remembered being.
When I finally roused, awake and aware for real, I couldn't see anything. I might not have been a werewolf, but a shapeshifting coyote could still see okay in very dim light. Either I was blind, or wherever I was had no light at all.
My head hurt, my nose hurt, and my left shoulder felt bruised. My mouth was dry and tasted bad, as if I'd gone for a week without brushing my teeth. It felt like I'd just been hit by a troll-though the left-shoulder pain was more of a seat-belt-in-a-car thing. But I couldn't remember . . . even as that thought started to trigger some panic, memories came trickling back.
I'd been taking a run to our local Stop and Rob-the same all-night gas station slash convenience store where I'd first met lone and gay werewolf Warren all those years ago. Warren had worked out rather well for the pack . . . I gathered my wandering thoughts and herded them down a track that might do some good. The difficulty I had doing that-and the nasty headache-made me think I might have a concussion.
I considered the loud bang and the eggs and realized that it hadn't been the eggs that had exploded and smelled bad, but the SUV's air bags. I was a mechanic. I knew what blown air bags smelled like. I didn't know what odd effect of shock made me think it might have been the eggs. The suddenness of the accident had combined the related events of the groceries' hitting me and the air bag's hitting me into a cause and effect that didn't exist.
As my thoughts slowly achieved clarity, I realized that the SUV had been struck from the side, struck at speed to have activated the air bags.
With that information, I reevaluated my situation without moving. My face was sore-a separate and lesser pain than the headache-and I diagnosed the situation as my having been hit with an air bag or two that hadn't quite saved me from a concussion or its near cousin. The sore left shoulder wasn't serious, nor was the general ache and horrible weariness.
Probably all of my pain was from the accident . . . car wreck, I supposed, because I was pretty sure it hadn't been an accident. The vehicle that hit me hadn't had its headlights on-I would have remembered headlights. And if it had been a real accident, I'd be in the hospital instead of wherever I was. Under the circumstances, I wasn't too badly damaged . . . but that wasn't right.
I had a sudden flash of seeing my own rib-but though I was sore, my chest rose and fell without complication. I pushed that memory back, something to be dealt with after I figured out where I was and why.
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- Publisher : Penguin Audio; Unabridged edition (March 7, 2017)
- Language : English
- ISBN-10 : 1524755761
- ISBN-13 : 978-1524755768
- Item Weight : 9 ounces
- Dimensions : 5.1 x 1.1 x 5.9 inches
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Patricia Briggs is the author of the New York Times bestselling Mercy Thompson urban fantasy series. She lives in Washington state with her husband, children, and a small herd of horses.
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Sidebar: I would love to read a PNR or urban fantasy series where the main female character is never once kidnapped or sexually assaulted. (I'm totes okay with physical assault, because violence is part of the genre...sexual violence doesn't need to be.)
ANYWAY - the best part of this book? Mercy is a self-rescuing kidnap victim. (The other best part? Bran. I love me some Bran. He is terrifying and awesome, which is exactly as he should be.)
Oh wait! There's a third best part! Larry!
[Elizaveta:] "The blue room should be adequate for the goblin king.
"We don't call ourselves that," said Larry dryly. "That was just that one movie. I mean, 'Larry the Goblin King' just doesn't have the right ring to it."
Ooooh - and Stefan and Marsilia! I do enjoy the vampires (Wulf gives me the wig, though.)
One of the interesting parts of this book was that the chapters were split up between Adam and Mercy chapters, and that made the timeline...a bit wibbly-wobbly (Ms. Briggs is a Whovian; there's a Matt Smith in the book who is definitely not the Doctor). I enjoyed it immensely and thought Ms. Briggs did an exceptional job with that. It was also fun that most of the action took place in Europe - particularly Prague.
The Verdict
It's hard to keep a series and characters interesting and fresh, and Patricia Briggs has managed to continue to do so. This was more than worth the time and money spent for the latest in the series and I'm definitely looking forward to Mercy's next adventure.
Now Mercy is in Italy, escapes from the vampire in her coyote form, but is alone in Europe with no clothes, no money, no way of contacting her mate Adam, and running from the vampires. Back in the Tri-Cities, her mate Adam is going crazy trying to get to Mercy. When Jacob contacts Adam to let him know he has Mercy, Adam puts together a team of two werewolves, two vampires, a witch and a goblin. They also have a pilot who is a goblin and a co-pilot who is a werewolf. While they are negotiating with Jacob, Mercy has escaped to Prague.
Mercy has a knack for getting into trouble but then using her intelligence, personality, friends and survival skills to overcome any obstacle. Part of the fun of reading these books is to see how she manages all this, another part of the fun is her alpha werewolf husband Adam, who keeps struggling to remember Mercy may be physically fragile compared to the other supernaturals, but Mercy is very competent and good at getting out of tough spots.
I have to keep reminding my self that I love these characters and this series. These last two book have felt different, and not in a good way. At least not for me.
It wasn’t a bad book, but I did struggle with it. I liked the story, just not the was the story was told. At that was the problem I had, we were told. Too much. As a reader I like to experience the story along with the characters, through their interactions and conversations. I didn’t get that in this book.
Mercy spent the majority of the book in her Coyote form. On the run from Bonarata, the big, bad, scary vampire of Milan. Either under a bus crossing Europe, or in a cage. Which meant, she could not speak. So the majority of her part of the story she spent thinking and problem solving in her head.
Which is why I loved Adams point of view so much. I didn’t mind the backtracking that happened with his chapters. Yes it slowed the flow a bit, but it wasn’t that bad. Finally getting into Adams thoughts was great. But it also allowed for conversations and interactions between the characters. Which I prefer.
I loved the eclectic group he put together for his rescue party. Not only werewolves (Honey, Matt Smith), but Vampires (Marsilia, Stefan), Goblins (Larry the Goblin King, Austin), and a Witch (Elizaveta). An odd group, but it works.
I loved learning more about Zack, the packs new submissive wolf. I really hope he stays.
Coyote makes a brief appearance. And you know, where he goes chaos always follows.
I was a bit disappointed with Bonarata. We’ve been hearing through earlier books how Marsilia was deathly afraid of him. He really came across as more passive than scary. Not only in dealing with Adam, but his own people as well.
As for the “big twist” that I read about in several other reviews, pay attention to conversations and body language. It was not hard to figure out.
Like I said, it was not a bad book. It had its good parts.
I would love to jump right into the next book, but it’s a bit more than I will pay for an ebook. So, I’ll wait for the price to come down.
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The story is split between what is happening to Mercy and what is happening with her rescuers. The problem this gives the author is one of timing as we need to be in two places at once. Patricia Briggs has solved this by telling first Mercys part of the story, then we go back and see the same time period from Adams point of view. For this to work each chapter has to be headed up with the time period we are in along with some comments from Mercy..
I found this ok to read and got into the swing of it really fast. I have read other reviews where this is not a popular device. I thought it was brilliant. One of the previous books where Mercy was separated from the pack lacked something for me because it was so long before we had any input from them. This worked better for me.
I think this series is getting better with every book now. I have to say the series as a whole is well worth reading but this book is not the place to start because of the complex back story and the unusual way of telling the story.

This is the first time that I have heard a book in this series where there are two narrators and it suited this book well. I guess that is why they chose to do it so. It made listening to the book very pleasant indeed! It added a little bit of a different flavour to the story than I would have had if I just read the book. I also like the fact that the author added a little twist in the end! That made the plot of this book the best yet in this series. And then there is the fact that I am an old die hard fan of these books already so I might just end up fan raving in this review... great world building.... great characters.... compelling story telling quality....
Can't wait for next year and get my hands on the next book!
Empirical Evaluation:
Story telling quality = 5
Character development = 5
Story itself = 4.5
Writing Style = 5
Ending = 4.5
World building = 5
Cover art = 5
Pace = 5
Plot = 5
Narration = 5
Overall Rating: 5 out of 5

The author takes the story to Europe where Mercy is kidnapped and separated from her pack and especially from her husband Adam. The author then follows both Mercy's story and Adam's as he negotiates werewolf politics and tries to find his wife. The split narrative which allows us to see things from Adam's point of view and not just Mercy's is a definite development in the series and I have enjoyed the last couple of books which have done this. I thought that the two streams went together well with a lot of tension as one person knew something which the other didn't.
I liked the change of venue too and thought that the author was inventive in how she used the Eastern European setting and how she developed a new history for the werewolves who come from that area.
This book finally confirms something that we have seen coming for a few volumes and shows us that Mercy is not exactly who we thought she was. I liked this too and it opens out ideas for future stories. I do like a series that expands and develops its stories and characters as you go along. This is why I would not recommend this as your first Mercy Thompson book. You will enjoy it, of course, but you will miss some of the subtleties - start with the first book and work your way towards this tenth volume.
This is good quality urban fantasy with a good, fast paced plot and lots to enjoy. The alternative world is well drawn and believable and this book fits in well with the rest of the series.


There is hardly any time to relax on your seat with a cup of tea or a glass of wine, depending of the time of the day, when Mercy gets kidnaped by a very scary vampire. From then on, it feels like an Indiana Jones movie. Mercy faces evil vampires, frustrated ghosts, a dead Golum and a not so friendly Alpha.
Our favourite coyote has to use all of her resources while she tries to find her way back to her mate, Adam. Meanwhile, the Alpha of the Columbia Basin Pack builds a team of helpers to rescue his wife, reminding me of Team A from the eighties TV Show.
Apart from the fact that the book is full of action with a very strong plot and a brave heroine who is so noble she can’t stop helping even the most scary supernatural beings in the world, the thing that makes this novel so different from the others is the fact that you can hear Adam’s voice too.
The chapters alternate between Adam and Mercy’s point of view, giving the reader a better knowledge of the cascade of events that leads to an startling climax and an astonishing end.
One of my favourite books of the series so far, Silence Fallen ticks all the boxes for me. And the end it is just such a bonus…