"Chaos." Nix's voice cracked when she spoke and I forced myself to move, to go to her while the sounds of the carnival outside dimmed in the background, Night not done yet, it seemed. I crouched over the ancient woman who wheezed, gasping for air, her body collapsing backward on the bench, the spark of the Ogdoad gone from her, death imminent. Pity returned and, to her credit, Chaos joined in with a grudging feeling of remorse the part of her that Night carried killed her when it ...