Silence Fallen (Mercy Thompson #10)

Silence Fallen (Mercy Thompson #10)

by Patricia Briggs

Paperback(Mass Market Paperback)

$7.76 $7.99 Save 3% Current price is $7.76, Original price is $7.99. You Save 3%.
View All Available Formats & Editions
Eligible for FREE SHIPPING
  • Want it by Wednesday, October 24?   Order by 12:00 PM Eastern and choose Expedited Shipping at checkout.
    Same Day shipping in Manhattan. 
    See Details


Silence Fallen (Mercy Thompson #10) by Patricia Briggs

In the #1 New York Times bestselling Mercy Thompson novels, the coyote shapeshifter has found her voice in the werewolf pack. But when Mercy's bond with the pack—and her mate—is broken, she'll learn what it truly means to be alone...

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 a foreign country.

Unable to contact Adam through their mate bond, 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 supernatural war.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780425281284
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 01/30/2018
Series: Mercy Thompson Series , #10
Pages: 352
Sales rank: 15,375
Product dimensions: 4.10(w) x 6.70(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

Patricia Briggs is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Mercy Thompson urban fantasy series and the Alpha and Omega novels.

Read an Excerpt



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 couldn't 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.

Customer Reviews

Most Helpful Customer Reviews

See All Customer Reviews

Silence Fallen 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 169 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Let me start by saying I LOVE this series! It is hands down my favorite series I read! And I read a book every 2 days. I also reread, which is what I did with this series several times! Now, that being said, I was very disappointed in this book. It felt like nothing big actually happened. Mercy and Adam's roles in this book in my opinion was minimal. Most of the book was about describing the scene and people. So much so that I started to skim most of it, I don't do this very often. I tell everyone that I can to read Mercy Thompson Novels, unfortunately this is one book I will not be pushing. Hopefully the next book will be just as great as all her others! I will still keep my eye out for the next Mercy Thompson book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
First, I had a bit of trouble wanting to pay $14, but did anyway. Then saw there was 288 pages and hoped with great intent that Patricia was able to buy excellent horse feed due to my money. Im a horse woman and know hay and pellets are extremely costly. It was an interesting story with lots of history of Prague and the old country. Having read stories on the Golem made it easier to understand but the manitou theory made me have to research its Native American origin. Ms Briggs, you owe me a hard copy since this is on my Nook and for $14 I want to sit a book on my nite stand. With fondest regards Candice Hawkins Texas
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was the most slow and confusing out of all the Mercy books. I'm still confused about submissive Alpha leaders. I didn't think that was possible. It makes no sense! And the confusion ruined what little enjoyment I had reading the very expensive book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a wonderful series that I have highly enjoyed over the years. Sadly this book was just a bit of a let down. It doesn't feel like it did much to advance the story of the series as a whole. I hope the next book will be a bit more adventurous.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Patricia Briggs is one tongue very few authors that I will pay more then $3.99 for their books. This one was not one of my faves. I did like that we got to read from both Mercy and Adam's point of view. What I hated was the dry dialog about history. That is the reason I have this 3 stars. A good chunk of the book was history in one Character and the city of Prague and something that lived there. Then the end was rushed after a long, drawn out book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I can't get enough of Patricia Briggs! She's one of my favorite authors! The book was action packed and I couldn't put it down! There's a surprise twist I never seen coming. I can't wait for her next book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this book..... awesome series. Worth every penny. Now the waiting begins..... sigh......
LynnLTX More than 1 year ago
Mercy Thompson once again proves she is the queen of chaos in this tenth book of the series. Brutally attacked and kidnapped, Mercy is in the hands of Iacopo Bonorata, the Lord of the Night, who pretty much rules most of the vampire world in Europe. After escaping his clutches, her next adventures while trying to get back to Adam lead to battles and mayhem where Mercy always seems to be at the center. Where Mercy goes, trouble will definitely follow and supernatural heads will roll…literally. Coyote has his fine hand or paw in the mix as well while Mercy proves again her worth as his daughter. Adam sets out with Stefan, Marsilia, and some other magical folks to rescue Mercy while keeping the delicate balance of power between werewolves and vampires in Europe intact by not causing an all-out, devastating war. Adam is about to come out of his skin not being able to go immediately to Mercy, partly because she was gravely injured, though he knows she can take care of herself. While I miss them being together, their long separation does afford the opportunity for us to see Mercy through Adam’s and other characters’ eyes which adds a lot of dimension to her personality and the interconnected relationships with the people most important to her. Mercy has had a lot of tragedy in her life, but also now, a lot of love which shines through this story while not being the main focus, it is a strong under current. Her relationship with Adam continues to grow and flourish even when they are far apart and through the wolf bond, although initially it is blocked for a time; they are always connected to one another in hearts and minds. It’s very clear they are soulmates whose love will endure no matter what life and supernatural creatures throw at them. I thoroughly enjoyed this book which has quite a few thrills, chills, and a very clever surprise that will amuse and please long time Mercy fans quite a bit. It is such a pleasure when a new book comes out in a favorite long running series that is so good I read it twice before reviewing. Fans will be well pleased with this newest addition.
Anonymous 6 days ago
Great read characters are well written like in all patricia's books. So grab a snack something to drink and settle in for a wild ride.
Anonymous 6 days ago
Great read but the flipping between characters on different time lines was a bit different.
Anonymous 21 days ago
Love this series , it's a great read
Anonymous 5 months ago
I was impressed bye the way the characters ations fit the plot and the plot move swiftly but not in consistently. Magic and fantasy were not employed randomly
Anonymous 6 months ago
Great read as always.
Anonymous 6 months ago
Only Mercy could thwart the Lord of the Night's plans with such excitement & bring different persons together with finesse! Adam a true Alpha with Bran the Alpha guarding his back and all the characters in between makes this a great read for me!
Anonymous 7 months ago
Patrcia Briggs NEVER cesses to amaze me ! I have read every book she's ever written and with each one never wanted them to end! As far as I am concerned she's up there with Robert Parker and Clive Cussler,her style is all her own and talent unsurpassed ! The books she's done about other entities are as well written as her M.T., and they ALL take your imagination and run with it!!! Patricia give us more of everything keep writing , please , I have turned my grandchildren into Briggs fans... and even read your work to my great grandchildren ( I of course do substitute certain verbage to keep it in "small child story form" please forgive those substitutes ! To all readers young and older if you don't read Patricia Briggs work....well,you snooze you loose!
Anonymous 8 months ago
Loved it
Anonymous 9 months ago
Omg loved it sooo much! No spoilers so I will not go into detail. I love how Mercy’s magic works even when she is not trying.
Anonymous 9 months ago
Wonderful latest installment in the Mercyverse series. Cannot wait for the next one.
Anonymous 10 months ago
Great read and love the twist at the end.
Anonymous 12 months ago
Great book and series
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love this series, can't wait for the next one
tigerlilly_liz More than 1 year ago
This series needs to be read in order. I love the Mercy Thompson series. I had a delightful time reading Silence Fallen that I devoured this book and probably would have finished it in one day if I didn’t have to sleep and be an Adult! Silence Fallen takes us back to a time when Mercy was a one-women show. She still has all her allies, but all their power and might can’t help her when she’s over seas. And, so Mercy is forced to do what she does best. Survive. Even with Mercy on her own we still get to see Hamptons point of view and few of the other characters as well. Honey, Stefan, Elizabeth, Marsilia and in addition we get to meet some new characters, like the European seethes and Vltava pack, plus a guest appearance from Matt Smith-keep an eye on him! It was fun visiting Europe and meeting The Lord of the Night. Oh my! He’s scary! I also liked meeting a new wolf pack. We get to see that things run differently in Europe then they do in the States. I liked all the different interconnected plot threads and how they played out. I also enjoyed all the many different views, that make it all feel like the characters are working independently; however as things build to the finish line you see the bigger picture. The last thing I’ll say about Silence Fallen is I liked how it expands upon Mercy’s Coyote lineage and her aptitude with the dead. She’s mostly ignored the Ghosts that have shown up, until now. Silence Fallen was an impressive and magnificent read. I can’t wait to read it again, nor can I wait for the next installment. Rated: 4 Stars
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Amazing as always. Great twist
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Mercy once again finds herself in trouble and as usual Patricia Briggs delivers a great story that intertwines actual history with supernatural lore. I recommend this book be read in series order. You could read it alone but may not understand the reoccurring characters and relationships.
Dragon_LadyCA More than 1 year ago
Much better than I expected. When the synopsis said she was kidnapped and alone, I was afraid she was going to be this victim... ˆ should have known better, Mercy is not a victim. A great romp and fun read. I love this series.