Shifting Shadows: Stories from the World of Mercy Thompson
Patricia Briggs
Language: English
Pages: 464
ISBN: 0425265013
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
A collection of short stories featuring Mercy Thompson, “one of the best heroines in the urban fantasy genre today” (Fiction Vixen Book Reviews), and the characters she calls friends…
Includes the new stories…
“Silver”
“Roses in Winter”
“Redemption”
“Hollow”
…and reader favorites
“Fairy Gifts”
“Gray”
“Seeing Eye”
“Alpha and Omega”
“The Star of David”
“In Red, with Pearls”
Unbound (Magic Ex Libris, Book 3)
Hunting Season (Twenty-Sided Sorceress, Book 4)
On the Line (Alternate Places, Book 3)
The Soul Stealer (Rogue Angel, Book 12)
Infernal Father of Mine (Overworld Chronicles, Book 7)
confident. Bran would hear the lie, but she wouldn’t—and that was all he cared about. To Bran he said, “I will stand with her.” “Then go find Charles—he’ll be in the center of the floor with the three Alaskan wolves. I will come in when everyone is here.” Kara beside him, Asil pushed his way through a group of people talking just outside the doorway. One of them turned to snarl, saw who it was, and shut up with gratifying suddenness. The interior of the pole barn was set up with hay bales set
da, and I would not hurt him more with my disbelief—let him believe in a better end than I saw. The end would come whatever we believed, and he found comfort in that future he saw for us. I did not tell him that even if we broke free—we would still be the monsters she had made us. My da, he was a smart man, he knew that as well as I did. The other wolves waited, their eyes trained on my da. But it was the soft whine from Adda that my da acquiesced to. He sat down on the ground, threw back his
son and told Frankie what to buy his wife for their anniversary. When the men came in to lay the kitchen flooring, they were grim-faced and unhappy. Elyna, as she had done before, coaxed the story out of them. Being police officers in Chicago was not for the faint of heart. Vampires are territorial, and somehow this group of hardworking men had become hers just as the home they’d helped her put together was hers. Her mother had taught her to take care of what was hers. She had to use a touch of
you can get this panel back where it belongs after I get up here, boy?” “Sure.” Devonte sounded thoroughly pleased. If anyone else had called him “boy,” he’d have been bristling. He was already well on the way to a big case of hero worship, just like the one she’d had. “Stella.” Her father took off his red flannel shirt and laid it on the empty bed behind him. “When this is over, you call Clive, tell him everything, and he’ll arrange a cleanup. He knows who to call for help with it. It’s safer
floor. He must have tired himself out with his earlier wizardry because it was traveling only half as fast as it had when he’d tried to drive her father through the wall. The vampire had no trouble grabbing it . . . or throwing it through the plaster wall and into the hallway, where it crashed on its side, flinging wheels, bedding, mattress, and pieces of the arcana that distinguished it from a normal bed. She was so busy impressing them with her Incredible Hulk imitation, she didn’t see the
