Product Description
Mercy Thompson's life is not exactly normal. Her next-door neighbor is a werewolf. Her former boss is a gremlin. And she's fixing a VW bus for a vampire. But then, Mercy isn't exactly normal herself.
Review
“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.”—Kim Harrison,
New York Times bestselling author
 
 
“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,
New York Times bestselling author

 
“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
 
“A strong story with multidimensional characters...Mercy is, at heart, someone we can relate to.”—SFRevu

 
“I’ve never been disappointed by one of [Patricia Briggs’s] books and this one is no exception...
Moon Called ends on a high note and leaves you wanting more.”—Fresh Fiction


More Praise for the Mercy Thompson Novels

“I love these books.”—Charlaine Harris, #1
New York Times bestselling author

“The best new urban fantasy series I’ve read in years.”—Kelley Armstrong, #1
New York Times bestselling author

“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
About the Author
Patricia Briggs lives in Montana with her husband, children, and six horses.
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acknowledgments
As always, this book would not have happened without my personal editorial staff: Michael and Collin Briggs, Michael Enzweiler (who also draws the maps), Jeanne Matteucci, Ginny Mohl, Anne Peters, and Kaye Roberson. I’d also like to thank my terrific editor at Ace, Anne Sowards, and my agent, Linn Prentis. Bob Briggs answered a ton of questions about Montana wildlife and wolves. Finally, Mercedes owes a special debt to Buck, Scott, Dale, Brady, Jason, and all the folks who’ve worked on our VWs over the years. Thanks, everyone. Any mistakes found in this book are mine.



chapter 1
I didn’t realize he was a werewolf at first. My nose isn’t at its best when surrounded by axle grease and burnt oil—and it’s not like there are a lot of stray werewolves running around. So when someone made a polite noise near my feet to get my attention I thought he was a customer.
I was burrowed under the engine compartment of a Jetta, settling a rebuilt transmission into its new home. One of the drawbacks in running a one-woman garage was that I had to stop and start every time the phone rang or a customer stopped by. It made me grumpy—which isn’t a good way to deal with customers. My faithful office boy and tool rustler had gone off to college, and I hadn’t replaced him yet—it’s hard to find someone who will do all the jobs I don’t want to.
“Be with you in a sec,” I said, trying not to sound snappish. I do my best not to scare off my customers if I can help it.
Transmission jacks be damned, the only way to get a transmission into an old Jetta is with muscle. Sometimes being a female is useful in my line of work—my hands are smaller so I can get them places a man can’t. However, even weightlifting and karate can’t make me as strong as a strong man. Usually leverage can compensate, but sometimes there’s no substitute for muscle, and I had just barely enough to get the job done.
Grunting with