Clearly, War of Nytefall: Eulogy is a tough book to do action teasers for. The fight scenes are pretty revealing. All the massacres are the same. It’s wearing on some of the characters. One in particular is having a rough time in the finale.
“What is going on here?” Clyde asks as they emerge from the shadow of a tree.
From the other side of the road, they can clearly see the Scrumptious Siren sitting atop the birch-covered hill. With the Dawn Fangs having become known to the world, Chastity’s business has exploded in popularity, so it is normal for there to be a small crowd. Yet, the atmosphere is heavy and lacking the usual cheerfulness today, which puts the pair on edge. The cupcake-shaped building has puffs of smoke emerging from its chimney, but all of the goblin bakers are sitting on the roof. Vampiric hummingbirds dart through the trees with several of them bouncing off branches and moving as if they are drunk. A geyser of steaming water from the hidden hot spring erupts to their left and the mist is pulled away by a breeze, which is unnaturally forceful for the area. Mortal and Dawn Fang patrons stand in the road while the apologetic wait staff move among them to deliver complimentary drinks and meals. As Clyde and Mab get closer, they find that several of the irritated people are dressed in towels and sheets. Realizing they must have been rushed out of the lower levels, the pair split up to hurry along the narrow edges of the crowd. They ignore the handful of complaints they receive and eventually leap into the branches to get a better look at the situation.
Both of the Dawn Fangs point when they spot Chastity standing with her back pressed against the front door. Pink mist flows from her body, which is repeatedly shaken by whatever is rampaging inside the Scrumptious Siren. The soothing cloud circling the building keeps the crowd at bay while Bob blocks part of the uphill road with all twelve of his horses. Between the two Dawn Fangs are figures who have fallen asleep on the soft grass, their faces and forms masked by the thick fog. A stiff breeze reveals one of the slumbering people to be a girl who is too young to be a customer. With a frown, Clyde claps his hands to send a gale towards the pink mist, which sends it rolling down the far side of the hill. The surprising noise startles all of the patrons, but he ignores their calls for his attention. Leaping over everyone, he lands behind Bob and kneels next to a snoring womb-born. Not far away, Mab examines more of the children, who would normally be training in Gregorio’s lair.
“I don’t know what happened,” Bob says while he sends his horses back to the stables. He throws a bag of carrots into the crowd when they begin to shout, but the gift is hurled back at his head. “Chastity and I were waiting here like you told us. I left to take care of my horses because they earned their favorite snacks. By the way, I need another barrel of orange apples. So, I was on my way back up the hill when everyone came running out. I thought Mab arrived and tried to cook again, but then I saw all the kids. They were crying even after eating sugar cubes. None of them could speak clearly and the telepaths refused to use their powers. Chastity came out last and has been blocking the door ever since. She might know what’s going on.”
“Lost has gone crazy!” she shouts as another blow nearly sends her flying.