THE INSTANT NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER! Mercy Thompson, car mechanic and shapeshifter, must stop a disaster of world-shattering proportions in this exhilarating entry in the #1 New York Times bestselling series. In the supernatural realms, there are creatures who belong to winter. I am not one of them. But like the coyote I can become at will, I am adaptable. My name is Mercy Thompson Hauptman, and my mate, Adam, is the werewolf who leads the Columbia Basin Pack, the pack charged with keeping the people who live and work in the Tri-Cities of Washington State safe. It’s a hard job, and it doesn’t leave much room for side quests. Which is why when I needed to travel to Montana to help my brother, I intended to go by myself. But I’m not alone anymore. Together, Adam and I find ourselves trapped with strangers in a lodge in the heart of the wilderness, in the teeth of a storm of legendary power, only to discover my brother’s issues are a tiny part of a problem much bigger than we could have imagined. Arcane and ancient magics are at work that could, unless we are very careful, bring about the end of the world. . . . Praise for Winter Lost "An exciting, non-stop, tense, action packed adventure that captivated me from start to finish. . . . A page turner, and so very well written by Briggs, with so much action throughout. I loved every moment of it. . . . If you have not read the Mercy Thompson series, and love paranormal, shifters, wolves; it is time to start reading this series."—The Reading Cafe "It’s so easy to get lost in a book when it’s penned by Patricia Briggs and Winter Lost is no exception. Get ready to cozy up and stay the whole night up reading as you immerse yourself in Mercy Thompson’s world again."—Fresh Fiction "An entertaining and multilayered story with several different points of view and an incredibly intriguing mystery that kept me reading long into the night."—The Nameless Zine "An addictive tale in this action-packed, character driven series with my favorite pack."—Caffeinated Reviewer "Mercy Thompson continues to be my all-time favorite UF series. . . . The story was action-packed, full of danger and riveting! Of course, now I can’t wait for the next one!"—Waves of Fiction "I had a whole lot of fun with this one. . . . there’s some great action, some solid character moments, a nice bit of new mythology, and Briggs has planted all sorts of seeds for a couple (or more) future installments in the series. This is just what Mercy fans needed, and I hope we get more of it soon."—The Irresponsible Reader "A solid entry in a well-written series that continues to offer surprises."—King's River Life Praise for Patricia Briggs and the Mercy Thompson series "I love these books."—#1 New York Times bestselling author Charlaine Harris "Patricia Briggs never fails to deliver an exciting, magic- and fable-filled suspense story."—Erin Watt, #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Royals series "Patricia Briggs is an incredible writer. . . . I love hanging out with the amazing characters in this series!"— New York Times bestselling author Nalini Singh "An excellent read with plenty of twists and turns. . . . It left me wanting more."—#1 New York Times bestselling author Kim Harrison "The best new urban fantasy series I've read in years."—#1 New York Times bestselling author Kelley Armstrong Patricia Briggs is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Mercy Thompson urban fantasy series ( Soul Taken , Smoke Bitten ) and the Alpha and Omega novels ( Wild Sign , Burn Bright ). 1 December Mercy There was a 1960 Beetle parked in front of my shop. I eyed it warily as I let myself into the office. Having a 1960 bug parked outside was not unusual-I specialized in the old air-cooled VWs to the point where people brought them to me from other states to work on or restore. I just hadn't seen this particular one before. I would have remembered. I locked away my purse, draped my coat over the chair behind the counter, then walked into the garage bays. The light was already on and Zee was hard at work. He'd been here for a while because the big furnace had already heated the space to human-friendly temperatures. Buried in the engine compartment of the car he was bitterly cursing in German, Zee looked like a wiry old man with white hair that was thinning on top and a bit of a potbelly. Thanks to fae glamour, he bore no resemblance to the Dark Smith of Drontheim, who had built many deadly weapons and used them in his time to slaughter saints, kings, and anyone else who annoyed him. Currently, he worked a little more than full-time in the garage he'd once owned, helping me repair old cars. "Unusual paint job out there," I told him as I got into my overalls. Zee grunted and tapped the quarter panel of the vintage Porsche 930 he'd been working on for the last three days. It was decked out in metal-flake red with extremely good pin-striping that included t