Though Mercy Thompson can shift her shape into that of a coyote, her loyalty never wavers. So when her former boss and mentor, Zee, asks for her help, she's there for him. A series of murders has rocked a fae reservation, and Zee needs her unique gifts, namely her coyote sense of smell, to sniff out the killer.
But when Zee is accused of murdering the suspect Mercy outed, he's left to rot behind bars by his own kind. Now it's up to Mercy to clear his name, whether he wants her to or not.
Mercy's loyalty is under pressure from other directions, too. Werewolves are not known for their patience, and if Mercy can't decide between the two she cares for, Sam and Adam may make the choice for her...
About the Author
Patricia Briggs lives in Montana with her husband, children, and six horses.
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“The third book in an increasingly excellent series, Iron Kissed has all the elements I’ve come to expect in a Patricia Briggs novel: sharp, perceptive characterization; nonstop action; and a levelheaded attention to detail and location. I love these books.”
Praise for BLOOD BOUND
“Once again, Briggs has written a full-bore action adventure with heart…Be prepared to read [it] in one sitting because once you get going, there is no good place to stop until tomorrow.”
“Plenty of action and intriguing characters keep this fun. In the increasingly crowded field of kick-ass supernatural heroines, Mercy stands out as one of the best.”
“Briggs’s world, in which witches, vampires, werewolves, and shapeshifters live beside ordinary people, is plausibly constructed; the characters are excellent; and the plot keeps the pages flapping.”
“Briggs has created a believable alternative world populated with strong, dynamite characters, deadly adversaries, and cunningly laid plots that leave the reader looking for more.”
—Monsters and Critics
“Patricia Briggs has the unique gift of being able to make the reader believe, for the space of three hundred some pages, [in] her truths—that vampires, fae, werewolves, and magic makers live in tentative harmony with humankind. Her world is just like ours only a bit more dangerous and a bit more sexy.”
“A compelling and fascinating supernatural tale that fans of Laurell K. Hamilton and Charlaine Harris will thoroughly enjoy. Patricia Briggs is a powerful storyteller who convinces readers [that] her earth inhabited by supernatural creatures actually exists.”
—The Best Reviews
“Fans of Kim Harrison and Laurell K. Hamilton will enjoy this tightly plotted and fast-paced tale set in a world of vampires, werewolves, fae, and one shapeshifter named Mercy.”
Praise for MOON CALLED
“An excellent read with plenty of twists and turns. Her strong and complex characters kept me entertained from its deceptively innocent beginning to its can’t-put-it-down end. Thoroughly satisfying, it left me wanting more.”
—Kim Harrison, New York Times bestselling author of A Fistful of Charms
“Patricia Briggs always enchants her readers. With Moon Called, she weaves her magic on every page to take us into a new and dazzling world of werewolves, shapeshifters, witches, and vampires. Expect to be spellbound.”
—Lynn Viehl, USA Today bestselling author of the Darkyn series
“A suspenseful read that will have you on the edge of your seat as you burn through the pages. Ms. Briggs weaves paranormal and mystery together so deftly you can’t put the book down. The cast of characters is wonderfully entertaining, and Mercy’s emotional struggles will pull on your heartstrings. For lovers of the paranormal, this is a must-read.”
“A strong story with multidimensional characters…Mercy is, at heart, someone we can relate to.”
“Inventive and fast paced…Mercy’s first-person narrative voice is a treat throughout. And best of all, the fantasy elements retain their dark mystery and sense of wonder…entertaining from start to end.”
—Fantasy & Science Fiction
“I’ve never been disappointed by one of [Patricia Briggs’s] books and this one is no exception. Mercy’s world is an alternate universe much like Laurell K. Hamilton’s Anita Blake books…or the Buffyverse or more recently the Kim Harrison books…Moon Called ends on a high note and leaves you wanting more—like a good book should.”
“Fans of Kim Harrison’s Dead Witch Walking are sure to enjoy this fast-paced, creature feature–packed suspense story. Mercy’s no-nonsense approach and quick wit coupled with a strong story line and interesting subplots make for a thoroughly entertaining read.”
—Monsters and Critics
“Mercy’s a compelling protagonist…The story hums along like a well-tuned engine, keeping the reader engaged through the tumultuous climax.”
“A really good story…exciting, interesting, and not always predictable…a fun read for a lazy afternoon.”
“Authors the likes of Tanya Huff, Laurell K. Hamilton, and Charlaine Harris have successfully peopled our modern world with vampires, lycanthropes, and other supernatural beings who, to some extent, coexist politely among us mere mortals, living within complex hierarchies, bureaucracies, and clan protocols. Add Patricia Briggs to the list…Moon Called is an exciting new entry in the field of dark urban fantasy…I will be watching for Mercy Thompson’s next adventure with great anticipation.”
Ace Books by Patricia Briggs
MASQUES STEAL THE DRAGON WHEN DEMONS WALK
THE HOB’S BARGAIN
DRAGON BONES DRAGON BLOOD
RAVEN’S SHADOW RAVEN’S STRIKE
MOON CALLED BLOOD BOUND IRON KISSED
Editing: Anne Sowards, of course, but also Mike and Collin Briggs, Dave, Katharine, and Caroline Carson, Jean Matteucci, Ann (Sparky) Peters, Kaye and Kyle Roberson, and Gene Walker—brave folk who all read this book or parts of it in various stages of disrepair and did their best to help me shore up foundations.
German: Michael and Susann Bock of Hamburg—for their gallant efforts, Zee is truly grateful. Danke.
Research: Jana and Dean of the Butte Silver Bow Arts Foundation, George Bowen and the Kennewick Police Department, Cthulu Bob Lovely, and Dr. Ginny Mohl.
Map: Michael Enzweiler.
The author is especially grateful to Jesse Robison, who volunteered to step in when Mercy needed a bookstore and someone who knows his books.
And, of course, the dedicated folks of the Three Rivers Folklife Society and the many talented musicians who put on the Tumbleweed Music Festival every Labor Day weekend so that we should have music.
Despite the valiant efforts (and struggles) of these many talented people, I expect that there are still mistakes herein, and I accept full responsibility for them.
“A cowboy, a lawyer, and a mechanic watched Queen of the Damned,” I murmured.
Warren—who had once, a long time ago, been a cowboy—snickered and wiggled his bare feet. “It could be the beginning of either a bad joke or a horror story.”
“No,” said Kyle, the lawyer, whose head was propped up on my thigh. “If you want a horror story, you have to start out with a werewolf, his gorgeous lover, and a walker…”
Warren, the werewolf, laughed and shook his head. “Too confusing. Not many people still remember what a walker is.”
Mostly they just confused us with skinwalkers. Since walkers and skinwalkers are both Native American shapeshifters, I can sort of understand it. Especially since I’m pretty sure the walker label came from some dumb white person who couldn’t tell the difference.
But I’m not a skinwalker. First of all, I’m from the wrong tribe. My father had been Blackfoot, from a northern Montana tribe, and skinwalkers come from the Southwestern tribes, mostly Hopi or Navajo.
Second, skinwalkers have to wear the skin of the animal they change into, usually a coyote or wolf, but they cannot change their eyes. They are evil mages who bring disease and death wherever they go.
When I change into a coyote, I don’t need a skin or—I glanced down at Warren, once a cowboy and now a werewolf—the moon. When I am a coyote, I look just like every other coyote. Pretty much harmless, really, as far down the power scale of the magical critters that lived in the state of Washington as it was possible to get. Which is one of the things that used to help keep me safe. I just wasn’t worth bothering about. That had been changing over the past year. Not that I’d grown any more powerful, but I’d started doing things that drew attention. When the vampires figured out that I’d killed not one, but two of their own…
As if called by my thoughts, a vampire walked across the screen of the TV, a TV so big it wouldn’t have fit in my trailer’s living room. He was shirtless and his pants clung inches below his sexy hipbones.
I resented the shiver of fear that surged through my body instead of lust. Funny how killing them had only made the vampires more frightening. I dreamed of vampires crawling out of holes in the floor and whispering to me from shadows. I dreamed of the feel of a stake sliding through flesh and fangs digging into my arm.
If it had been Warren with his head on my lap instead of Kyle, he would have noticed my reaction. But Warren was stretched out on the floor and firmly focused on the screen.
“You know,” I snuggled deeper into the obscenely comfortable leather couch in the upstairs TV room of Kyle’s huge house and tried to sound casual, “I wondered why Kyle picked this movie. Somehow I didn’t think there would be quite so many bare manly chests in a movie called Queen of the Damned.”
Warren snickered, ate a handful of popcorn from the bowl on his flat stomach, then said with more than a hint of a Texas drawl in his rough voice, “You expected more naked women and fewer half-clothed men, did you, Mercy? You oughtta know Kyle better than that.” He laughed quietly again and pointed at the screen. “Hey, I didn’t think vampires were immune to gravity. Have you ever seen one dangle from the ceiling?”
I shook my head and watched as the vampire dropped on top of his two groupie victims. “I wouldn’t put it past them, though. I haven’t seen them eat people yet either. Ick.”
“Shut up. I like this movie.” Kyle, the lawyer, defended his choice. “Lots of pretty boys writhing in sheets and running around with low-cut pants and no shirts. I thought you might enjoy it, too, Mercy.”
I looked down at him—every lovely, solar-flexed inch of him—and thought that he was more interesting than any of the pretty men on the screen, more real.
In appearance he was almost a stereotype of a gay man, from the hair gel in his weekly cut dark brown hair to the tastefully expensive clothes he wore. If people weren’t careful, they missed the sharp intelligence that hid beneath the pretty exterior. Which was, because it was Kyle, the point of the facade.
“This really isn’t bad enough for bad movie night,” Kyle continued, not worried about interrupting the movie: none of us were watching it for its scintillating dialogue. “I’d have gotten Blade III, but oddly enough, it was already checked out.”
“Any movie with Wesley Snipes is worth watching, even if you have to turn off the sound.” I twisted and bent so I could snitch a handful of popcorn from Warren’s bowl. He was too thin still; that and a limp were reminders that only a month ago he’d been so badly hurt I’d thought he would die. Werewolves are tough, bless ’em, or we’d have lost him to a demon-bearing vampire. That one had been the first vampire I’d killed—with the full knowledge and permission of the local vampire mistress. That she hadn’t actually intended me to kill him didn’t negate that I’d done it with her blessing. She couldn’t do anything to me for his death—and she didn’t know I was responsible for the other.
“As long as he’s not dressed in drag,” drawled Warren.
Kyle snorted agreement. “Wesley Snipes may be a beautiful man, but he makes a butt-ugly woman.”
“Hey,” I objected, pulling my mind back to the conversation. “To Wong Foo was a good movie.” We’d watched it last week at my house.
A faint buzzing noise drifted up the stairs and Kyle rolled off the couch and onto his feet in a graceful, dancelike move that was wasted on Warren. He was still focused on the movie, though his grin probably wasn’t the reaction the moviemakers had intended for their bloodfest scene. My feelings were much more in line with the desired result. It was all too easy to imagine myself as the victim.
“Brownies are done, my sweets,” said Kyle. “Anyone want something more to drink?”
“No, thank you.” It was just make-believe, I thought, watching the vampire feed.
His name finally drew Warren’s gaze off the TV screen. “Water would be nice.”
Warren wasn’t as pretty as Kyle, but he had the rugged-man look down pat. He watched Kyle walk down the stairs with hungry eyes.
I smiled to myself. It was good to see Warren happy at last. But the eyes he turned to me as soon as Kyle was out of sight were serious. He used the remote to raise the volume, then sat up and faced me, knowing Kyle wouldn’t hear us over the movie.
“You need to choose,” he told me intently. “Adam or Samuel or neither. But you can’t keep them dangling.”
Adam was the Alpha of the local werewolf pack, my neighbor, and sometimes my date. Samuel was my first love, my first heartbreak, and currently my roommate. Just my roommate—though he’d like to be more.
I didn’t trust either of them. Samuel’s easygoing exterior masked a patient and ruthless predator. And Adam…well, Adam just flat scared me. And I was very much afraid that I loved them both.
Warren dropped his eyes from mine, a sure sign he was uncomfortable. “I didn’t brush my teeth with gunpowder this morning so I could go shooting my mouth off, Mercy, but this is serious. I know it’s been difficult, but you can’t have two dominant werewolves after the same woman without bloodshed. I don’t know any other wolves who could have allowed you as much leeway as they have, but one of them is going to break soon.”
My cell phone began playing “The Baby Elephant Walk.” I dug it out of my hip pocket and looked at the caller ID.
“I believe you,” I told Warren. “I just don’t know what to do about any of it.” There was more wrong with Samuel than undying love of me, but that was between him and me and none of Warren’s business. And Adam…for the first time I wondered if it wouldn’t just be easier if I pulled up stakes and moved.
The phone continued to sing.
“It’s Zee,” I said. “I have to take this.”
Zee was my former boss and mentor. He’d taught me how to rebuild an engine from the ground up—and he’d given me the means to kill the vampires responsible for Warren’s limp and the nightmares that were leaving fine lines around his eyes. I figured that gave Zee the right to interrupt Friday Night at the Movies.
“Just think about it.”
I gave him a faint smile and flipped open my phone. “Hey, Zee.”
There was a pause on the other end. “Mercedes,” he said, and not even his thick German accent could disguise the hesitant tone of his voice. Something was wrong.
“What do you need?” I asked, sitting up straighter and putting my feet on the floor. “Warren’s here,” I added so Zee would know we had an audience. Werewolves make having a private conversation difficult.
“Would you drive out to the reservation with me?”
He could have been speaking of the Umatilla Reservation, which was a short drive from the Tri-Cities. But it was Zee, so he was talking about the Ronald Wilson Reagan Fae Reservation just this side of Walla Walla, better known around here as Fairyland.
“Now?” I asked.
Besides…I glanced at the vampire on the big-screen TV. They hadn’t gotten it quite right, hadn’t captured the real evil—but it was too close for comfort anyway. Somehow I couldn’t work up too much sorrow at missing the rest of the movie—or more conversation about my love life either.
“No,” Zee groused irritably. “Next week. Jetzt. Of course, now. Where are you? I will pick you up.”
“Do you know where Kyle’s house is?” I asked.
“Warren’s boyfriend.” Zee knew Warren; I hadn’t realized he hadn’t met Kyle. “We’re out in West Richland.”
“Give me the address. I will find it.”
Zee’s truck purred down the highway even though it was older than I was. Too bad the upholstery wasn’t in as good a shape as the engine—I shifted my rump over a few inches to keep a wayward spring from digging in too deeply.
The dash lights illuminated the craggy face that Zee presented to the world. His fine white hair was mussed a little, as if he’d been rubbing his hands over it.
Warren hadn’t said more about Adam or Samuel after I’d hung up because Kyle, thank goodness, had arrived with brownies. It wasn’t that I was bothered by Warren’s interference—I’d done enough interfering in his love life that I figured he had a right. I just didn’t want to think about it anymore.
Zee and I rode mostly in silence from West Richland, all the way past Richland and on through Pasco. I knew better than to try to get something out of the old gremlin until he was ready to talk, so I let him alone until he decided to speak—at least after the first ten or fifteen questions he hadn’t answered.
“Have you been to the reservation before?” he asked abruptly as we crossed the river just outside Pasco on the highway to Walla Walla.
“No.” The fae reservation in Nevada welcomed visitors. They had built a casino and small theme park to attract tourists. The Walla Walla reservation, however, actively discouraged anyone who wasn’t fae from entering. I wasn’t quite certain if it was the Feds or the fae themselves responsible for the unfriendly reputation.
Zee tapped unhappily on his steering wheel with hands that belonged to a man who’d spent his lifetime repairing cars, tough and scarred with oil so ingrained not even pumice soap would remove it.
They were the right hands for the human that Zee had pretended to be. When the Gray Lords, the powerful and ruthless beings who ruled the fae in secret, forced him to admit what he was to the public a few years ago, a decade or more after the first fae had come out, Zee hadn’t bothered to change his outward appearance at all.
I’d known him for a little over ten years, and the sour old man face was the only one I’d ever seen. He had another; I knew that. Most fae lived among humans under their glamour, even if they admitted what they were. People are just not ready to deal with the fae’s true appearance. Sure, some of them looked human enough, but they also don’t age. The thinning hair and the wrinkled, age-spotted skin were sure signs that Zee wasn’t wearing his true face. His sour expression, though, was no disguise.
“Don’t eat or drink anything,” he said abruptly.
“I’ve read all the fairy tales,” I reminded him. “No food, no drink. No favors. No thanking anyone.”
He grunted. “Fairy tales. Damned children’s stories.”
“I’ve read Katherine Briggs, too,” I offered. “And the original Grimm’s.” Mostly looking for some mention of a fae who could have been Zee. He wouldn’t talk about it, though I think he’d been Someone. So finding out who he’d been had become something of a hobby of mine.
“Better. Better, but not much.” He tapped his fingers on the wheel. “Briggs was an archivist. Her books are only as correct as her sources and mostly they are dangerously incomplete. The stories of the Brothers Grimm are more concerned with entertainment than reality. Both of them are nur Schatten…only shadows of reality.” He looked at me, a quick searching glance. “Uncle Mike suggested you might be useful here. I thought it was a better repayment than might otherwise come your way.”
To kill the sorcerer vampire, who was gradually being taken over by the demon that made him a sorcerer, Zee’d risked the wrath of the Gray Lords to loan me a couple of the treasures of the fae. I’d killed that vampire all right, and then I’d killed the one who’d made him. As in the stories, if you use a fairy gift once more than you have permission for, there are consequences.
If I’d known this was going to be repayment for favors rendered, I’d have been more apprehensive from the start: the last time I’d had to repay a favor hadn’t ended well.
“I’ll be all right,” I told him despite the cold knot of dread in my stomach.
He gave me a sour look. “I had not thought about what it might mean to bring you into the reservation after dark.”
“People do go to the reservation,” I said, though I wasn’t really sure of it.
“Not people like you, and no visitors after dark.” He shook his head. “A human comes in and sees what he should, especially by daylight, when their eyes are easier to fool. But you…The Gray Lords have forbidden hunting humans, but we have our share of predators and it is hard to deny nature. Especially when the Gray Lords who make our rules are not here—there is only I. And if you see what you should not, there are those who will say they are only protecting what they have to…”
It was only when he switched into German that I realized that he had been talking to himself for the last half of it. Thanks to Zee, my German was better than two requisite years of college classes had left it, but not good enough to follow him when he got going.
It was after eight at night, but the sun still cast her warm gaze on the trees in the foothills beside us. The larger trees were green still, but some of the smaller bushes were giving hints of the glorious colors of fall.
Near the Tri-Cities, the only trees were in town, where people kept them watered through the brutal summers or along one of the rivers. But as we drove toward Walla Walla, where the Blue Mountains helped wring a little more moisture out of the air, the countryside got slowly greener.
“The worst of it is,” Zee said, finally switching to English, “I don’t think you’ll be able to tell us anything we don’t already know.”
He gave me a sheepish look, which sat oddly on his face. “Ja, I am mixing this up. Let me start again.” He drew in a breath and let it out with a sigh. “Within the reservation, we do our own law enforcement—we have that right. We do it quietly because the human world is not ready for the ways we have to enforce the law. It is not so easy to imprison one of us, eh?”
“The werewolves have the same problem,” I told him.
“Ja, I bet.” He nodded, a quick jerk of a nod. “So. There have been deaths in the reservation lately. We think it is the same person in each case.”
“You’re on the reservation police force?” I asked.
He shook his head. “We don’t have such a thing. Not as such. But Uncle Mike is on the Council. He thought that your accurate nose might be useful and sent me to get you.”
Uncle Mike ran a bar in Pasco that served fae and some of the other magical people who lived in town. That he was powerful, I’d always known—how else could he keep a lid on so many fae? I hadn’t realized he was on the Council. Maybe if I’d known there was a council to be on, I might have suspected it.
“Can’t one of you do as much as I can?” I held up a hand to keep him from answering right away. “It’s not that I mind. I can imagine a lot worse ways to pay off my debt. But why me? Didn’t Jack’s giant smell the blood of an Englishman for Pete’s sake? What about magic? Couldn’t one of you find the killer with magic?”
I don’t know much about magic, but I would think that a reservation of fae would have someone whose magic would be more useful than my nose.
“Maybe the Gray Lords could make magic do their bidding to show them the guilty party,” Zee said. “But we do not want to call their attention—it is too chancy. Outside of the Gray Lords…” He shrugged. “The murderer is proving surprisingly elusive. As far as scent goes, most of us aren’t gifted in that way—it was a talent largely given only to the beast-minded. Once they determined it would be safer for all of us to blend in with humans rather than live apart, the Gray Lords killed most of the beasts among us that had survived the coming of Christ and cold iron. There are maybe one or two here with the ability to sniff people out, but they are so powerless that they cannot be trusted.”
“What do you mean?”
He gave me a grim look. “Our ways are not yours. If one has no power to protect himself, he cannot afford to offend anyone. If the murderer is powerful or well connected, none of the fae who could scent him would be willing to accuse him.”
He smiled, a sour little quirk of his lips. “We may not be able to lie…but truth and honesty are rather different.”
I’d been raised by werewolves who could, mostly, smell a lie at a hundred yards. I knew all about the difference between truth and honesty.
Something about what he said…“Uhm. I’m not powerful. What happens if I say something to offend?”
He smiled. “You will be here as my guest. It might not keep you safe if you see too much—as our laws are clear on how to deal with mortals who stray Underhill and see more than they ought. That you were invited by the Council, knowing what you are—and that you are not quite human—should provide some immunity. But anyone who is offended when you speak the truth must, by our guesting laws, come after me rather than you. And I can protect myself.”
I believed it. Zee calls himself a gremlin, which is probably more accurate than not—except that the word gremlin is a lot newer than Zee. He is one of the few kinds of fae with an affinity for iron, which gives him all sorts of advantages over the other fae. Iron is fatal to most of them.
There wasn’t any sign that marked the well-maintained county road where we turned off the highway. The road wove through small, wooded hills that reminded me more of Montana than the barren, cheat-grass and sagebrush covered land around the Tri-Cities.
We turned a corner, drove through a patch of thick-growing poplar, and emerged with twin walls of cinnamon-colored concrete block rising on either side of us, sixteen feet tall with concertina wire along the top to make guests feel even more welcome.
“It looks like a prison,” I said. The combination of narrow road and tall walls made me claustrophobic.
“Yes,” agreed Zee a bit grimly. “I forgot to ask, do you have your driver’s license with you?”
“Good. I want you to remember, Mercy, there are a lot of creatures in the reservation who are not fond of humans—and you are close enough to human that they will bear you no goodwill. If you step too far out-of-bounds, they will have you dead first and leave me to seek justice later.”
“I’ll mind my tongue,” I told him.
He snorted with uncomplimentary amusement. “I’ll believe that when I see it. I wish Uncle Mike were here, too. They wouldn’t dare bother you then.”
“I thought this was Uncle Mike’s idea.”
“It is, but he is working and cannot leave his tavern tonight.”
We must have traveled half a mile when the road finally made an abrupt right turn to reveal a guardhouse and gate. Zee stopped his truck and rolled down the window.
The guard wore a military uniform with a large BFA patch on his arm. I wasn’t familiar enough with the BFA (Bureau of Fae Affairs) to know what branch of the military was associated with them—if any. The guard had that “Rent-a-Cop” feel, as if he felt a little out of place in the uniform even as he relished the power it gave him. The badge on his chest read O’DONNELL.
He leaned forward and I got a whiff of garlic and sweat, though he didn’t smell unwashed. My nose is just more sensitive than most people’s.
“ID,” he said.
Despite his Irish name, he looked more Italian or French than Irish. His features were bold and his hair was receding.
Zee opened his wallet and handed over his driver’s license. The guard made a big deal of scrutinizing the picture and looking at Zee. Then he nodded and grunted, “Hers, too.”
I had already grabbed my wallet out of my purse. I handed Zee my license to pass over to the guard.
“No designation,” O’Donnell said, flicking the corner of my license with his thumb.
“She’s not fae, sir,” said Zee in a deferential tone I’d never heard from him before.
“Really? What business does she have here?”
“She’s my guest,” Zee said, speaking quickly as if he knew I was about to tell the moron it was none of his business.
And he was a moron, he and whoever was in charge of security here. Picture IDs for fae? The only thing all fae have in common is glamour, the ability to change their appearance. The illusion is so good that it affects not only human senses, but physical reality. That’s why a 500-pound, ten-foot-tall ogre can wear a size-six dress and drive a Miata. It’s not shapeshifting, I am told. But as far as I’m concerned, it’s as close as makes no never mind.
I don’t know what kind of ID I would have had them use, but a picture ID was worthless. Of course, the fae tried really hard to pretend that they could only take one human form without ever saying exactly that. Maybe they’d convinced some bureaucrat to believe it.
“Will you please get out of the truck, ma’am,” the moron said, stepping out of the guardhouse and crossing in front of the truck until he was on my side of the vehicle.
Zee nodded. I got out of the car.
The guard walked all the way around me, and I had to restrain my growl. I don’t like people I don’t know walking behind me. He wasn’t quite as dumb as he first appeared because he figured it out and walked around me again.
“Brass doesn’t like civilian visitors, especially after dark,” he said to Zee, who had gotten out to stand next to me.
“I am allowed, sir,” Zee replied, still in that deferential tone.
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Wow. So this series just keeps getting more and more intense. And in such unexpected ways. I love it when an author has the ability (and the guts) to slip in a real shocker without compromising her characters or the story as a whole. In a series, that's particularly hard to do without making it seem like a gratuitous plot twist inserted merely to keep the series going. Patricia Briggs has a 7-book deal for her Mercy Thompson series and book three has shown that not only does she know exactly what she's doing, but that we can trust her. To keep her characters and her world consistent. To take them down the right paths and introduce them to the right people...or werewolves and vampires in this case.
Mercy lives in a world where werewolves, vampires, and the fae exist side by side with humans. The first book, MOON CALLED, focuses on the werewolves. The second, BLOOD BOUND, centers on the vampires, including Mercy's quirky Scooby Doo loving friend Stefan. In this third installment, coyote shape shifter and VW mechanic Mercy Thompson is called in to help the fae solve a series of murders on the local fae reservation. Soon after, her friend Zee is arrested for the murder and, just like that, Mercy's in the thick of it, determined to clear Zee's name no matter what. Add to that the increasingly imperative choice she must make between the two werewolves in her life: Adam Hauptman (the Alpha of the local pack who's already claimed her as his mate) and Dr. Samuel Cornick (the wolf she fell in love with at 16). In what is becoming classic Briggs style, IRON KISSED combines an intriguing mystery with a streak of compelling romance, interspersed with glimpses of your worst nightmares. The combination is the height of entertainment. And what holds it all together is Mercy herself. The girl doesn't know the meaning of the words back down. I absolutely love these books.
...before I wrote anything, but Briggs really kicks the tension, action and suspense up a notch in "Iron Kissed." Mercy Thompson, a Volkswagen auto mechanic and raised by werewolves, wants to live a basic life fixing cars and just enjoying what life has to offer. But after her friends (vampires, wolves, and fae - oh, my!) keep getting into these situations and she keeps getting stuck in the middle of them somehow, she finds that her life has taken a turn for the weird. I'm loving this series; I suggest you get the whole set, and read them!
I was so close to giving this book 5 stars. It was wonderful. I was suprised that I liked that it centered around the fae so much. For those who haven't read the series, the fae are magical creatures. This can include gremlins, gnomes, and fairies. In this book you get a very up front look at a few fae legends and very they're very rigid beliefs. I really got into the intensity of the story. Mercy has a knack for sticking her head out for anybody that means something to her. And for some reason, it makes me like her even more. I think she's a kick ass heroine. I liked watching her figure out her love interest issues. I also appreciated the way the author handled a very sensitive subject without getting graphic (although some people seem to feel differently)! So far this series has everything paranormal wrapped up in it. In 3 books I've gotten werewolves, witches, sorcerers, fae, and vampires.
This was by far my favorite in the Mercy Thompson series. Patricia Briggs has created an incredible cast of characters that are fleshed out and a joy to know. Mercy is a believable heroine with quirks and humor and loyalty - and you can't help but root for her. Bravo!
well i love he fact the she is not a warewolf like so many other books. you would find that she has a hard head like most women, with a very big heart for those she loves. its a good read for just one time, not to venture for another one, but wants to know what the other book will be about.
This book is not much different than the first two. In it, a part of the supernatural community, this time the fae, somehow cannot manage to solve their own problems without Mercy's help. This is still one of the better paranormal fantasy series I have read. I find it irritating, however, that the different types of supes are not more seamlessly blended into the plot. Book one: Mercy helps the weres. Book two: Mercy helps the vamps. Book three: Mercy helps the fae. It's a bit tiring. Still, the fae are far more interesting than the weres are, in my opinion. I recommend this book for a fun, fast read.
I love all of the mercy thompson series and I love the alpha and omega series as well. These are books I could sit down and read again and again. Filled with suspense, mystery, romance and a bit of sass these are excellent books that anyone could enjoy. Probably best if said people were at least 14 or 15.
This series, and this book in particular, is one I have gone back and re-read multiple times. It's an exciting life our Mercy lives, and I enjoy every second of if. Many of the reviewers have expressed discontent with the way the near to end is handled, but to be honest if you are offended by something so minor you really are in the wrong genre. Things out of the ordinary happen because it is a a science fiction and it is a romance. We have a strong female character as the lead here and that type of character appeals to women of all personality types, but one thing will always hold true and that is that we want to see her fight her way through terrible odds and come out on top. We want her to go through something we can root her on for. This book does that, and in a classy way. Mercy goes adventuring into Fae affairs and she comes out the victor, of course, but not without new scars. This is a much more intense installment than the previous two books, and I believe there is more variety in her life outside of emergency time and saving everyone she knows and all of that jazz. With book 2, I felt as if there was some considerable downtime during her search for the vampire Andre's house which made everything feel as if it was a scene or two out of order. In this book (3) there is absolutely no downtime. There may be times during which you wonder "what good is all of this?" but in the end it all falls into place.
I LOVE this series, the author did an amazing job, she puts u into the book, where u feel like ur going along for the ride with mercy. If you liked the anita blake series. Than u will love this book. Just dont expect to do much when u start this book, because u wont want to put it down. :)
Patricia Briggs brings these characters to life and writes in a way that makes me eager for every page and sad when I know I only have a few more pages to go! Great characters with history and a plot that makes you eager to find out who is doing what - highly recommend this series.
In the third book of the Mercedes Thompson series, Mercy's friend and apprentice, Zee, is arrested for a series of murders on the Fae reservation, and Mercy gets involved with the Fae in a way that does not make them happy. This book delved deeper into the Fae world and showed us their way of life. I love the different worlds the author has created in this book series. From the Fae to the werewolves to the vampires, each group has its own set of rules/laws to govern them, and they each interact more or less independently from one another, but yet they all make up the world of Mercy Thompson. This book was expertly written and executed and able to keep the reader's attention through all its twists and turns. One thing I really liked about this book was it pretty much put an end to Sam/Mercy/Adam situation. I'm always game for a good love triangle, but sometimes they get drawn out too long and get boring. I liked that we got to see through Mercy's eyes and hear her think through her decisions so we knew why she chose the way she did. Mercy has proved again and again to be a great friend and ally, but in the end, Mercy is always true to herself. I thought the author also did a great job with the rape scene, which can be a very touchy subject to write about. She went through this, and the aftermath, with great care. After the rape Mercy did not just go back to "normal," but took some time to get over it. I liked that we got to watch her do that and be inside her head to see her way of thinking things through. In this book we also got to go deeper into the wolf pack and also into some of the individual wolves, which helps to make them seem more real.
I am having a hard time with this book. I really liked it because it was an easy quick read and the true murderer Mercy was trying to find throughout the whole book totally caught me off guard. What happens to Mercy is something I cannot accept and all I can say is that I am glad there were no details. The ending has me upset because Mercy has been this really independent woman that will do anything for ANYONE she cares about. Now I have no idea what roll her character will play. The books wouldn't be any good if she didn't still have the strong willed personality that she has had throughout the series so far. I really liked what happens in the end that Ben takes part in. Ben has always been this big jerk but now you see his reasons and his true side. The very end stopped really abrupt so I will be reading the next book soon. I hope the remaining Mercy Thompson books do not take a toll on me like this one did, but I guess that is partly why the book was good.
this addition to the series was so amazing. there aren't even words to describe how mind blowing great this was. i would recommend this to anyone.
It was tough, but this book is my favorite of the series (so far). The story line was fantastic, the characters are something else. The book had everything I was looking for. I highly recommend the entire series to anyone looking for an unbelievable read.
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Having originally started this series nine years ago, I didn't remember too many details about the first two books. However, this book Iron Kisses stuck with me. SPOILERS AHEAD Zee, Mercy's ex-boss and a dear friend, asks for her help tracking down a killer on the fae reservation. Zee is arrested for the Murders, and Mercy isn't having it knowing he is innocent. As Mercy starts to solve the case, she is drugged by a fae artifact and raped. Briggs isn't graphic in the rape scene, thank goodness. But the emotional upheaval that happens to Mercy makes me angry, devastated, depressed, and so, so very sad for her. I cried the first time I read it and the second time listening to it. This is such a violation of such a brave, strong woman that brings her to such a low point. It's devastating. Again I am just truly thankful that the scene wasn't graphic. I was crying so much my Husband even asked me what was wrong. So much so this plotline has stuck with me over nine years. Maybe not some of the finer details but what happens to Mercy. This book is devastating, but it shapes who Mercy is and ultimately strengthens the woman she becomes (in later books). Iron Kissed is the linchpin in Mercy's development.
Wow. Just—wow. Moon Called was really good. Blood Bound got my heart racing with the tension and terror and high stakes. Iron Kissed is EVEN BETTER. How often do you get to say that? Some authors really peter out as their trilogies or series continue. It takes real skill to keep your books on an even level, or to make each subsequent one better. So far so good, Patricia Briggs. You’re totally rocking these stories. Moon Called focused on the werewolves, and Blood Bound on the vampires. Iron Kissed is about the Fae. It starts so innocuously. Come to think of it, it was like that in Blood Bound, as well. Stefan showing up at Mercy’s doorstep asking for help with something vampire-related. Zee calling Mercy up and asking for help with something Fae-related. Good friend that she is, Mercy complies. She does everything she can to help—both times in her coyote form. Both times getting in WAY over her head. The crazy part is, Briggs starts the stories the same way—and takes them to entirely different (and almost equally good) levels. Blood Bound has more horror in it. Iron Kissed more suspense. Blood Bound deals with characters and creatures who are “evil” in the moral and/or religious sense of the word. The stuff that goes down in the climax of Iron Kissed is “evil” in the gut-wrenching, nausea-inducing sense of the word. Trigger warning for survivors of sexual assault: whether you read this book is up to you. It is fantastic, and does end on hope rather than despair, but you’ll need a strong stomach to get beyond the events of the climax. They could be triggering. I love how Briggs is able to grow Mercy into such a REAL character. Not changing her clocks for Daylight Savings Time. Putting her phone into her back pocket, which has cost her two phones already. Her hot chocolate comfort food predilection. Her strength of will that allows any romantic B-story through-lines to develop organically and make sense when they do (instead of the “instant” attraction of so many romance novels). The dialogue is wonderful. Mercy’s internal commentary is still a joy to listen to. The writing is so on point when Mercy’s internal voice changes while she’s under the influence. I’m impressed by the skill it must have taken to balance that just right, to avoid annoying the reader or popping them out of the story but still show that Mercy was not truly herself. Damn. I’m so happy I found these books. As a side note, Lorelei King does a FANTASTIC job narrating the audiobooks. She’s a gem, nails so many different voices, and has the Welsh, Irish, AND German accents down pat. I would definitely recommend the audiobooks for those who like that format. I’m eager to get my hands on physical copies of these books, though. I can imagine them becoming old friends, like some of the other series I re-visit from time to time. I’m eager to start the next book. Briggs is doing such a wonderful job with these, and Mercy Thompson is the newest on my list of favorite badass female characters. ❤
It’s a fun read
Action packed I could not put it down
YES! This book is awesome and I cant put it down. I LOVE this series. I cant get enough! Read them!!!
Thoroughly enjoyed. Hard to put down.