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My name is Mercedes Athena Thompson Hauptman, and I am a car mechanic.
And a coyote shapeshifter.
And the mate of the Alpha of the Columbia Basin werewolf pack.
Even so, none of that would have gotten me into trouble if, a few months ago, I hadn’t stood upon a bridge and taken responsibility for the safety of the citizens who lived in our territory. It seemed like the thing to do at the time. It should have only involved hunting down killer goblins, zombie goats, and an occasional troll. Instead, our home was viewed as neutral ground, a place where humans would feel safe to come and treat with the fae.
The reality is that nothing and no one is safe. As generals and politicians face off with the Gray Lords of the fae, a storm is coming and her name is Death.
But we are pack, and we have given our word.
We will die to keep it.
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherAce
- Publication dateMay 7, 2019
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“I love these books.”—Charlaine Harris, #1 New York Times bestselling author
“An excellent read with plenty of twists and turns…It left me wanting more.”—Kim Harrison, #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
“Patricia Briggs never fails to deliver an exciting, magic and fable filled suspense story.”—Erin Watt, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Royals series
“In the increasingly crowded field of kick-ass supernatural heroines, Mercy stands out as one of the best.”—Locus
“Action-packed and with more than a few satisfying emotional payoffs...Patricia Briggs at the top of her game.”—The Speculative Herald
“The characters are all realistic and vibrant.”—The Independent
“These are fantastic adventures, and Mercy reigns.”—SFRevu
“The world building is incredibly lush and subsuming...a fantastic urban fantasy adventure.”—Fresh Fiction
“Outstanding.”—Charles de Lint, Fantasy & Science Fiction
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1
"So what did you do, Mary Jo?" called Ben in his crisp British accent.
Mary Jo shut her car door and started toward us and toward the mountainous metal barn that Ben and I waited beside. She gave Ben a quelling frown, and waited to speak until she had come up to us.
She asked, "What do you mean, what did I do?"
It was a little chilly, made more so by a brisk wind that blew a bit of hair I'd failed to secure in my braid into my eyes. The Tri-Cities don't cool off at night with quite the thoroughness that the Montana mountains I'd grown up with did, but night usually still kills the heat of day.
Ben bounced a little on his toes--a sign that he was ready and eager for violence. I could sense that his attention, like mine, was mostly on the barn, even though his eyes were on Mary Jo. "I killed Mercy three times in a single session of Pirate's Booty the night before last. I think that's why she woke me up to come out hunting tonight." He glanced at me and raised an eyebrow in an open invitation to address the situation.
Okay, that's not exactly what he said. As usual he spiced his language with profanity, but unless he spouted something truly amazing I mostly edited it out.
"You passed up the opportunity to gain a hundred Spanish doubloons in order to kill me that last time," I told him, unable, even days later, to keep the indignation out of my voice. In the fierce high-seas computer-generated battles the werewolf pack delighted in, a hundred Spanish doubloons was a treasure trove of opportunity for more or better weapons, supplies, and ship repairs. Only a homicidal maniac would give up a hundred doubloons to kill someone.
Ben gave me a wicked grin, an expression mostly empty of the bitter edge all of his expressions had once contained. "I was merely staying in character. Sodding Bart enjoys killing more than money, love. That's why his kill score is third on the board, just behind Captain Wolf and Lady Mockingbird."
Captain Wolf Larsen, stolen from the titular character of Jack London's The Sea-Wolf, is the nom de guerre of my mate and the pack Alpha. Lady Mockingbird, who was up by fifteen kills on everybody, teaches high school chemistry in her alter ego as Auriele Zao. She is a scary, scary woman. I've been told her high school students think so, too.
Ben's gaze, swinging back to Mary Jo, paused on the dark maw that gaped in the front of the huge metal barn, the only building within a mile of where we stood.
It was either very late at night or very early in the morning, depending on which side of sleep you were on. Dawn wasn't yet a possibility, but the waxing moon was strong in the night sky. The entrance to the barn was big enough to drive a pair of school buses through at the same time, and at least some of the ambient light should have made its way into the interior of the barn.
Ben considered the barn for a second or two, then turned a sharp grin on Mary Jo. "Mercy just confirmed why I'm here. What did you do to win the crappy job lottery?"
"Hey," I said, "before you all feel too sorry for yourselves, remember I'm out here, too."
"That's because you're in charge," Mary Jo said, her voice distracted, her eyes on the barn. "Bosses need to jump in the outhouse with the grunts occasionally. It's good for morale."
Mary Jo wore a T-shirt that read Firefighters Like It HOT, the last word written in red and gold flames. The shirt was loose like the sleep pants she wore, but her clothes didn't disguise her muscular warrior's body.
She looked away from the barn, turning her attention to Ben. "Maybe I owe this . . . opportunity to the way I treated her before Adam put his foot down." She tilted her head toward me, a gesture that, like Ben's raised eyebrow, asked for my input. She didn't meet my eyes as she once would have.
I was growing resigned to the way the pack dealt with me since my mate had declared me off-limits to anything but the utmost of respect on pain of death. By consensus, they mostly deferred to me, as if I were a wolf dominant to them.
It felt wrong and awkward, and it made the back of my neck itch. What did it say about me, I wondered, that I was more comfortable with all the snide comments and personal attacks than with gracious subservience?
"Wrong," I told her.
I pointed at Ben. "Killing me instead of getting rich is bad. Consider yourself punished."
I looked back at Mary Jo. "Ben is a simple problem with a simple solution. You are a stickier mess and this is not punishment. Or not really punishment. This"-I waved around us at the early-morning landscape-"is so you quit apologizing about the past for something you meant wholeheartedly at the time. And would do again under the same circumstances. Your apology is suspect-and annoying."
Ben made an amused sound, sounding relaxed and happy-but he was bouncing on the balls of his feet again. "That sounds about right, Mary Jo. If she were really getting back at you for all the trouble you caused her-it might land you on the List of Mercy's Epic Revenge. Like the Blue Dye Solution or the Chocolate Easter Bunny Incident. Getting called out at the butt-crack of dawn doesn't make the grade."
"So all I have to do is quit apologizing and you'll stop calling me out at three in the morning to chase goblins or hunt down whatever that freak thing we killed last week was?" she asked skeptically.
"I can't promise that," I told her. Mary Jo was one of the few wolves I could count on not to increase the drama or violence of a situation. "But it will . . ." Must be truthful. I gave her a rueful shrug. "It might mean I stop calling you first."
"Epic," she said with a wry glance at Ben. "Epic it is. I think I will probably quit apologizing." Then she said, "I suppose I'll find some other way to irritate you."
Hah! I'd been right-her apologies had been suspect. I had always liked Mary Jo-even if the reverse was not true.
She looked at the barn again and sighed heavily. "Have you spotted the goblin in there?"
She didn't bother trying to be quiet-none of us had been. Our prey could hear at least as well as any of us. If he was in there, he'd have heard us drive up. I was still learning about the goblins and what they could do, but I did know that much.
"No," I said.
"Do you think he's still in there?" she asked.
"He's still in there," I said. I held out my arm so they could see the hair rise as I moved it closer to the barn. "If he weren't, there wouldn't be so much magic surrounding it."
Mary Jo grunted. "Is it my imagination, or is it too dark in the barn?"
"I think I remember this," said Ben thoughtfully, peering into the barn. His clear British accent had the weird effect of making everything he said sound a little more intelligent than it really was, an effect that he conscientiously-I was convinced-canceled by adding the kinds of words responsible for whole generations of people who knew what soap tasted like. "You know-the whole seeing-fuck-all-in-the-dark thing?"
"I never was human," I told him. "I've always been able to see pretty well in the dark." After I said it, I had a thought.
There was a faint chance that the goblin's magic was affecting our eyesight rather than just spreading an illusion of darkness over the interior of the barn. I looked away from the barn to make sure my eyes were functioning as they should.
There was nothing but open fields around us, a couple of old wooden posts set into the ground as if they had once been part of a fence, and in the distance, a few miles away, I could see the new neighborhood of McMansion farmettes that I'd passed driving here.
Mesa, where we all now stood, was a little town of about five hundred people that was in real danger of being swallowed in the outward creep of Pasco's ever-growing population. It is flatter than most of the area around the Tri-Cities, with an economy primarily based in growing dryland wheat, hay, and cattle.
The town name is pronounced Meesa, not Maysa-which, even after all the years I've lived in the Tri-Cities, still strikes me as wrong. With so many Hispanic people living here, you'd think we would be capable of pronouncing a Spanish word correctly instead of borrowing from the ridiculous dialogue of a Star Wars character, right? But Meesa it is.
"Cain's hairy titties," muttered Ben, joining me in my observation of the rural setting. "What hermit was so misguided in life that he was hanging around this peopleless landscape at the bell end of the night and happened to see a freaking goblin disappear into a hay barn? And for that matter, goblins are city denizens like me. What the shagging hell is it doing out here?"
"No one living was here when it came," I told him in a sinister voice.
He gave me a look.
In a confidential whisper I said, "I talk to dead people."
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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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With a high body count, this story has a darker tone than some of the previous books in the series and less of Mercy’s cheeky humor. Her relationship with Adam continues to strengthen even though much more strain and demands have been put on them since her declaration on that bridge to protect all the citizens of their territory, be they human or supernaturals. Fans of Stefan will be happy to see him helping Mercy; their relationship continues to be complicated because of the blood bond connection. The story focuses mainly on witches: white, grey, and black including how they produce their magic and gain power. As Adam and his workforce spend copious amounts of their time dealing with politics and politicians, Mercy takes the lead in figuring out where and who their problems are coming from with the help of Zee and his son, Tad, both of whom are also working in her newly reopened garage.
This far into the series, many relationships, friend and foe have been established and so with a new paradigm set for Mercy’s pack, those bonds become very important and the enemies more deadly. Mercy’s “father” Coyote is around but whether he is a help or hindrance always remains a big question. Readers will be glad more is revealed about the enigmatic Sherwood Post who has some surprising hidden talents. And the very creepy and powerful Wulfe comes out to play as well so there is a plenty of drama. As always, Mercy’s big heart and penchant for trouble provides readers a lot of action, adventure, and emotional turmoil to experience whether good, bad, or just plain scary, this book will take everyone on quite a journey.
Without going into spoilers, I'll say that I was very grateful that I had the urge to read all ten of the previous books while waiting for this one's release: a lot of what goes on in "Storm Cursed" provides texture and payoff to details both large and small from Mercy's previous adventures, and prominent roles for a few characters who were only small-time support players before this or else built up with no prior payoff.
So, read the rest of the series before "Storm Cursed" or you'll miss out on a lot of that. Even setting that aside, this book is a fun time and a masterclass in the Mercy series' method of going from snarky lighthearted fun to grim darkness at the drop of a pin, opening on the uneasy alliance with Larry the goblin king and the mysterious, sudden appearance of "miniature zombie goats" (the "miniature" part is important, because "zombie goats" just sound Satanic) before deep-diving into the macabre world of the blackest black magic and the worst of witchcraft--making this the first book in the main Mercy Thompson series to turn its attention fully toward witch antagonists (a thing that has hitherto been more prominent in Alpha and Omega). In typical Mercy fashion, however, this crisis brings the werewolves, fae, vampires, and humans together in interesting ways, and the story never quite unfolds in the exact direction either the reader or the characters themselves are expecting. I didn't quite expect it to be as emotional a story for Adam and Mercy as it ended up being, either... once more proving that Patricia Briggs is far better at writing an already-committed romantic relationship than she is the admittedly kind of hackneyed love triangle nonsense that was being played up in the first couple Mercy Thompson books. You'd think knowing that Mercy and Adam--or Anna and Charles--are basically an unbreakable item would dampen the passion of reading about them, but nope. Still going strong. (Resist the nudge.)
In terms of print quality for the hardcover edition, it's as solid a book as you could expect, although in my case I did encounter one page with semi-faded-looking ink, so print errors are a distinct possibility here. A small annoyance in an otherwise fantastic reading marathon, and not nearly as important as the story itself. Excellent work, Briggs.
A side-note about some reviews decrying "leftist" propaganda in the Mercy Thompson books:
Of all the "feminist" girl-power heroine stories I've read, Patricia Briggs writes what are probably the most politically balanced. Racists are present and acknowledged, but usually offset by rational people working in the same space; sexism is alive and well in these stories but dealt with in balanced ways that neither minimize nor villainize the men who are masculine in heroic and admirable ways; and if you see anyone telling you that the story is all pro-Democrat or anti-NRA or any of that rot, you are being point-blank lied to. Mercy herself is a gun owner; references to Democrats and Republicans throughout the series seem highly critical of both (there's even a mention in an earlier book of Democrats wanting to hand out scholarships to fae in order to--I may be slightly mis-quoting, but only slightly--"show how enlightened they are") and one of the major characters in this novel in particular is a Republican senator who is not exactly in love with the supernatural community but is also not halfway stupid enough to support any political direction likely to result in conflict between humans and supernaturals, resulting in a genuinely interesting beginning to an alliance between him and the Columbia Basin Pack in this story. And I don't really remember anything substantial about the NRA, but... Mercy is a gun-owner who keeps guns at home, at work, and often in a concealed carry holster on her person, so... yeah.
And if you're worried about Mercy being an overly perfect power fantasy for the feminist left, rest assured: she's just about the realest female protag I've ever read in any story ever, with all the strengths and character defects that implies. It makes her relationship with both the male and female cast very interesting, especially when she gets past her often-wrong first impressions of people and her relationships get turned on their heads--characters she initially dislikes or who initially dislike her turn out to be her closest friends and supporters as the story moves forward, and characters she initially liked end up in fairly adversarial relationships with her when their true colors come out. It's that kind of story. Mercy's perception of people and things is never perfect and Briggs is a master at using that to provide substance to her supporting cast.
If you're the type to believe kneejerk reviews decrying a book for daring to try "brainwashing" its likely very adult audience with politics the reviewer doesn't agree with, this is one where you want to read it yourself and make your own decisions.
Death witches, politics, vampires, fae and a few other "things" are all involved in this one and you will love it and I can see future threads for future novels, glad to see Patricia Briggs back into exceptional form.
So without trying to write a novel or spoil any of the MANY surprises in this story I will just say if you have enjoyed ANY book in this series, you will love this one and as usual it is a great ending and a few threads thrown around to work into another story next year. 5 Stars and as always exceptional literary entertainment.
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Other than that, I felt the book was bland, and never really got going. It was also short, or at least it felt that way.
Hopefully Ms. Briggs will be back to form soon, either in this series or her Alpha & Omega series set in the same world. All in all, not worth the GBP12.99 I paid for it, and I have never said that about a Mercy Thompson book before.
Has this series run its course? If the next book isn't any better, then I'll have to say "probably, yes", which would be sad, as I've loved this series dearly.

We finally get to learn more about the mysterious Sherwood Post. He plays a big part in the story of black witches and all their dark magic.
The whole story is set around a proposed meeting between the US government and the Fae. A very important meeting that will bring peace between humans and the fae. Adam, Mercy's devoted mate, is set to be security for that meeting, along with the pack. To make sure things run smoothly and no one gets eaten!
While all this is going on a group of dangerous witches decide it's time for a power play and it's the local witch, Elizaveta, who's family stand in the way.
There are zombies galore in this book. They come in all shapes and sizes. As a fan of The Walking Dead, my only grumble is I'd have liked to see them in action more.
Altogether, an exciting read. I'm looking forward to the next instalment.

Trouble is coming to the Tri-Cities while the pack is preparing for the up coming peace talks between the Us Government and the Fey, Mercedes and the pack get drawn in to problems closer to home when death and destruction strike one of the Packs biggest allies and whose reliability comes into question in the aftermath with the Peace talks threatened and a new threat rising in the form of a Black Witch Family, Mercedes will need the help of allies new and old to face the threat.
Look obviously I loved this installment and it’s a credit to the author that at book 11 not counting the other series set in the same universe that things can still seem fresh and exciting So if your a fan of the series then this is a no brainer I have some other thoughts because I don’t want to spoil I am putting under possible spoilers.
Spoilers...
Possible Spoilers..
I loved that we finally got Clarity on A) Witchcraft and it’s relationship to the pack and especially on grey magic, black and white seems fairly clear cut White is the power of self sacrifice and black is the torture and murder of others so where does grey come in?
Simply put grey is the sacrifice of others but with there consent and is portrayed as a fairly slippery slope more power, usually then white, but only a short slip up from the black with less, possibly, power then a full embrace of the black would give you but the same vulnerabilities such as being open to demon possession the lore in Mercedes series as often been inconsistent on witchcraft so it’s nice that this book did a lot to clarify and solidify things as Witches become a more active part of the series.
B) why Mercedes and Adam who are very moral people seemed cool with Elizaveta who most certainly isn’t
C) why frost a villain from previous books master plan seemed so idiotic it was meant to be.
D) the slow reveal reveal on Wulfe continues though as always raise more questions then it answers.
End of possible spoilers
The only other series that has continuity like this that rewards a faithful reader in this genre is the Dresden files and the Toby daye series as always the worst thing about finishing this book is the wait for the next one.


Patricia your books are a little too intense now and not an enjoyable, loveable read like they used to be in the beginning!