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River Marked [Format Kindle]

Patricia Briggs
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From The Dalles Chronicle
"Two Local Men Still Missing"

Thomas Kerrington (62) and his son Christopher Kerrington (40) are still missing, though the boat that they were fishing in has been recovered. The boat was found abandoned two miles downstream of John Day Dam yesterday. The men set out on a morning fishing expedition Monday morning but never returned. Sherman Co. marine deputy Max Whitehead says, "This has been an unusually bad year for boating fatalities on the Columbia. We're stepping up patrols and urging boaters to take their safety very seriously." Searchers are scouring the river, but after four days, hopes are low for a safe recovery of the two men.

From The Hood River News

This week's fish counts are drastically down at both John Day and The Dalles Dams. Allen Robb of the Oregon Department of Fish and Wildlife says, "We are concerned that there was some sort of toxic dump in the river somewhere between the dams. There is a significant reduction in the numbers of fish and our operators are telling us that this is especially true of our larger fish such as the adult Coho salmon." Although extensive testing is under way, no sign of poison has been found in the river nor has there been an unusually high number of dead fish. "The fish are spooked," says local fishing guide Jon Turner Bowman.

Chapter One

Under the glare of streetlights, I could see that the grass of Stefan's front lawn was dried by the high summer heat to yellow. It had been mowed, but only with an eye to trimming the length of the grass, not to making it aesthetically pleasing. From the debris of dead grass in the yard, the lawn had been left to grow long enough that the city might have demanded it be mowed. The grass that remained was dry enough that whoever had cut it wouldn't have to do it again unless someone started watering.

I pulled the Rabbit up to the curb and parked. The last time I'd seen Stefan's house, it had fit right into his ritzy neighborhood. The yard's neglect hadn't spread to the house's exterior yet, but I worried about the people inside.

Stefan was resilient, smart, and… just Stefan—able to talk Pokémon in ASL with deaf boys, defeat nasty villains while locked up in a cage, then drive off in his VW bus to fight bad guys another day. He was like Superman, but with fangs and oddly impaired morals.

I got out of my car and walked up the sidewalk toward the front porch. In the driveway, Scooby-Doo looked out at me eagerly through a layer of dust on the windows of Stefan's usually meticulously tended bus. I had gotten the big stuffed dog for Stefan to go with the Mystery Machine paint job.

I hadn't heard from Stefan for months, not since Christmas in fact. I'd been caught up in a lot of things, and getting kidnapped for a day (which was a month for everyone else because fairy queens can apparently do that), was only part of it. But for the last month, I'd called him once a week and gotten only his answering machine. Last night, I'd called him four times to invite him to Bad Movie Night. We were a person short of the usual as Adam—my mate, fiancé, and the Alpha of the Columbia Basin Pack—was out of town on business.

Adam owned a security firm that, until recently, had dealt primarily with government contractors. Since the werewolves—and Adam—had come out to the general public, though, his business had started to boom on other fronts. Werewolves were seen as very good security people, apparently. He was actively looking for someone else who could do most of the traveling but so far hadn't found the right person.

With Adam away, I could give more attention to the other people in my life. I'd decided Stefan had had time enough to lick his wounds, but from the looks of things, I was a few months late.

I knocked on the door and, when that got no response, gave it the old "Shave and a Haircut" knock. I'd resorted to pounding when the dead bolt finally clicked over, and the door opened.

It took me a while to recognize Rachel. The last time I'd seen her, she'd looked like the poster girl for the disenchanted goth or runaway teenager. Now she looked like a crack addict. She'd lost maybe thirty pounds she didn't have to lose. Her hair hung in limp, greasy, and uncombed strings down her shoulders. Mascara smudges dripped over her cheeks in faded smears that would have done credit to an extra in Night of the Living Dead. Her neck was bruised, and she held herself like her bones ached. I tried not to show that I noticed she was missing the last two fingers on her right hand. Her hand was healed, but the scars were still red and angry.

Marsilia, the Mistress of the Tri-Cities' vampires, had used Stefan, her faithful knight, to oust traitors from her seethe, and part of that involved taking his menagerie—the humans he kept to feed from—and making him think they were dead by breaking his blood bonds to them. She seemed to think that torturing them had been necessary as well, but I don't trust vampires—other than Stefan—to speak the truth. Marsilia hadn't thought Stefan would object to her use of him and his menagerie once he knew that she'd done it to protect herself. He was, after all, her loyal Soldier. She'd miscalculated how badly Stefan would deal with her betrayal. From the looks of it, he wasn't recovering well.

"You'd better get out of here, Mercy," Rachel told me dully. "'Tisn't safe."

I caught the door before she could shut it. "Is Stefan home?"

She drew in a ragged breath. "He won't help. He doesn't."

At least it didn't sound like Stefan was the danger she had been warning me about. She'd turned her head when I stopped her from shutting the door, and I saw that someone had been chewing on her neck. Human teeth, I thought, not fangs, but the scabs climbed the side of the tendon between her collarbone and her jaw in brutal relief.

I shouldered the door open and stepped inside so I could reach out and touch the scabs, and Rachel flinched back, retreating from the door and from me.

"Who did this?" I asked. Impossible to believe Stefan would let anyone else hurt her again. "One of Marsilia's vampires?"

She shook her head. "Ford."

For a moment I drew a blank. Then I remembered the big man who'd driven me out of Stefan's house the last time I was there. Half-changed to vampire and mostly crazy with it—and that had been before Marsilia had gotten her claws into him. A very nasty scary guy—and I expected he'd been scary before he'd ever seen a vampire.

"Where's Stefan?"

I have very little tolerance for drama that ends in people getting hurt. It was Stefan's job to take care of his people, never mind that for most vampires their menageries existed as convenient snacks, and all the people in them died slow, nasty deaths over a period that might last as long as six months.

Stefan hadn't been like that. I knew that Naomi, the woman who ran his household, had been with him for thirty years or more. Stefan was careful. He'd been trying to prove that it was possible to live without killing. From the looks of Rachel, he wasn't trying very hard anymore.

"You can't come in," she said. "You need to leave. We're not to disturb him, and Ford…"

The floor of the entryway was filthy, and my nose detected sweaty bodies, mold, and the sour scent of old fear. The whole house smelled like a garbage heap to my coyote-sensitive nose. It would probably have smelled like a garbage heap to a normal human, too.

"I'm going to disturb him all right," I told her grimly. Someone obviously needed to. "Where is he?"

When it became obvious that she couldn't or wouldn't answer, I walked farther into the house and bellowed his name, tilting my head so my voice would carry up the stairs. "Stefan! You get your butt down here. I have a bone or two to pick with you. Stefan! You've had enough time to writhe in self-pity. Either kill Marsilia—and I'll help with that one—or get over it."

Rachel had resorted to patting my shoulder and tugging at my clothes to try to get me back outside the house. "He can't go outside," she said with frantic urgency. "Stefan makes him stay in. Mercy, you have to get outside."

I'm tough and strong, and she was shaking with weariness and, likely, iron deficiency. I had no trouble staying right where I was.

"Stefan," I bellowed again.

A lot of things happened in a very short period of time, so that I had to think of them later to put them together in the proper order.

Rachel sucked in a breath of air and froze, her hand on my arm abruptly holding on to me rather than pushing me away. But she lost her grip when someone grabbed me from behind and threw me onto the upright piano that sat against the wall between the entryway and the living room. It made such a huge noise that I mixed up the sound of my impact with the pain of my back hitting the top of the piano. Reaction to countless karate drills kept me from stiffening, and I rolled down the face of the piano. Not a fun thing. My face hit the flagstone floor. Something crashed into a limp pile beside me, and suddenly I was face-to-face with Ford, the big scary guy who inexplicably seemed to have thrown himself down beside me, blood dripping out of the corner of his mouth.

He looked different than he had last time, leaner and filthier. His clothing was stained with sweat, old blood, and sex. But his eyes, staring momentarily at me, were wide and startled like a child's.

Then a faded purple T-shirt spilling over ragged dirty jeans, and long, tangled dark hair blocked my view of Ford.

My protector was too thin, too unkempt, but my nose told me that he was Stefan almost before my brain knew to ask the q...

Présentation de l'éditeur

Being a different breed of shapeshifter-a walker-Mercy Thompson can see ghosts, but the spirit of her long-gone father has never visited her. Until now, on her honeymoon with the Alpha werewolf Adam. An evil is stirring in the depths of the Columbia River-and innocent people are dying. As other walkers make their presence known to Mercy, she must reconnect with her heritage to exorcise the world of the legend known as the river devil...



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  • Nombre de pages de l'édition imprimée : 337 pages
  • Pagination - ISBN de l'édition imprimée de référence : 1841497975
  • Editeur : Ace; Édition : Reprint (1 mars 2011)
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Née en 1965 à Butte dans le Montana, Patricia Briggs est une auteure renommée pour ses personnages pleins de vie et ses dialogues humoristiques. Ayant débutée sa carrière d'écrivain en 1990, l'auteure rédige quelques ouvrages de Fantasy jusqu'à ce que son éditeur lui propose de se lancer dans l'Urban Fantasy. C'est ainsi qu'elle donne naissance à Mercy Thompson, qui reste à ce jour son plus gros succès. (Le troisième tome de la saga s'est même hissé à la première place du Top dressé par le New York Times.) Après avoir vécu dans plusieurs villes du Nord-ouest des Etats-Unis, elle est retournée aujourd'hui dans sa ville natale.

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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Mercy et Adam partent en lune de Miel ... 6 mars 2011
Par Angelheart TOP 1000 COMMENTATEURS VOIX VINE
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J'ai adoré ce sixième volume de la série des Mercy Thompson. Patricia Briggs parvient à nous étonner - et à nous apprendre plus sur Mercy.

Le début du livre nous fait suivre une Mercy heureuse et sereine : Adam et elle partent en lune de Miel, à bord d'une immense caravane et les dix jours de vacances se présentent bien. Seulement, Adam aurait dû se méfier lorsque Uncle Mike lui a proposé lui prêter cette caravane - on n'emprunte pas aux faes, même pas pour "services déjà rendus" !
Quand Adam et Mercy sauvent un homme blessé au bord de la rivière, les ennuis commencent : à cette occasion Mercy est "marquée" par la rivière et désormais le démon de la rivière la veut! Il s'agit d'une créature ancienne qui s'éveille, plus ancienne encore que tout ce que Mercy a croisé jusqu'ici, et cette créature n'est que Faim !
Mercy et Adam devront s'allier à la magie indienne pour parvenir à vaincre cet ennemie.

J'ai dévoré ce roman : déjà, suivre Mercy dans sa vie quotidienne, c'était vraiment bien, et grâce à l'humour de l'auteur j'ai éclaté de rire plus d'une fois.
Ensuite le suspense monte rapidement, le danger s'approche, devient de plus en plus oppressant. Le démon de la rivière semble invincible et Mercy devra faire des choix terribles !
Comme à son habitude, si elle a des doutes, elle n'en affronte pas moins les menaces avec toute son énergie.

Le plus de ce tome, c'est que nous apprenons beaucoup sur les origines de Mercy et sa double nature humain/coyote.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Ouf ! C'est reparti... 4 étoiles et demie 18 mars 2011
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Bien que je sois une fervente admiratrice de Patricia Briggs depuis ses débuts (fantasy et bit-lit), le précédent Mercy, tout comme la série Alpha and Oméga, m'a déçu. J'y ai trouvé une tendance à la facilité, avec un style qui glissait vers les stéréotypes de la romance "à la Nora Roberts".
De tous petits détails vont encore dans ce sens dans ce 6° et avant-dernier tome des aventures de Mercy (en particulier les allusions à la mère de l'héroïne - qui terroriserait tout l'entourage, loup-garous compris, dans une tonalité mi joviale mi humoristique, facile et déplacée : un minuscule détail, je sais, mais un très bon exemple de ce qui me dérangerait très vite et énormément) ; d'où mes 4,5 étoiles. Mais dans l'ensemble, les choix faits par l'auteur pour cette histoire m'ont beaucoup plu.

L'intrigue se déroule durant le voyage de noces de Mercy et d'Adam, dans un camping très luxueux et tout à fait vide - soit dans un cadre bien différent de l'effervescence urbaine de Tri-Cities. Les personnages qui gravitent habituellement autour du couple sont ainsi rarement croisés ou même évoqués (à noter une ouverture et une clôture en compagnie de Stefan, j'espère qu'il aura une bonne place dans le tome 7... c'est lui mon chou-chou, crocs ou pas !).
Ce choix de l'auteur est à mon sens plutôt courageux. Habituellement, pour les récits dont la romance est le pivot central, la Déclaration signe la fin de l'histoire ("ils se marièrent et eurent beaucoup d'enfants").
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Spectacular story 23 juillet 2012
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Waw! River Marked was a thrilling book!
Mercy and Adam are on what should be a quiet honeymoon in nature, but it slowly turns into a bit of a nightmare. Something bad is out there in the river, something eating people. By finding out more about what this something might be, Mercy finds out more about her own heritage as a Walker.

This book was another spectacular story in this series and after reading all 6 in a row I'm very sad to say goodbye to all the lovely charachters in this series. I hope I won't have to wait too long for another Mercy book!
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4.0 étoiles sur 5 Et quand va-til sortir en français ? 24 septembre 2011
Par Bibabel26
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J'ai adoré la serie MERCY mais j'aimerais vraiment que les traducteurs suivent... Attendre plusieurs mois nous mettent au supplice ...
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Par Lady Lama TOP 500 COMMENTATEURS VOIX VINE
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Je sens que je vais me faire taper, mais malgré toute ma bonne volonté... je n'ai pas réussi à aller au-delà de la moitié de "River Marked" (8ème chapitre pour être précise). Pire, je n'ai rien retenu je pense des deux ou trois chapitres précédents. C'est mal car Patricia Briggs a voulu innover. Ca m'a perturbée. L'avis ci-dessous ne concerne donc que la première moitié du livre. J'ai hésité pour ce fait à le rédiger.

Première innovation: prendre le temps de décrire le quotidien plutôt que d'accumuler de l'action
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L'histoire commence sous d'heureux auspices, aussi bien pour les héros que pour la lectrice. Mercy se marie! Même si dans l'urban fantasy l'aspect romance est fort, on assiste très rarement à des scènes de mariage probablement par peur des auteurs de tomber dans la mièvrerie et aussi parce que les héroïnes ont plein d'autres choses à faire. Patricia Briggs, elle, prend son temps. Et les 100 premières pages de ce tome ne font que décrire le quotidien de Mercy et d'Adam. On y retrouve aussi les meilleurs amis de Mercy, dont Stefan, qui est aussi pour moi un de mes personnages préférés (sans que les crocs y soient pour quelque chose).

Jusque là, je dévorais le livre. La scène du mariage est réussie, pas mièvre, plutôt drôle, avec quelques clins d'oeil aux lecteurs (personnellement çà m'a fait plaisir de voir Yo-Yo Girl invitée au mariage).
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