The problem with telling a story, of course, is that you already know that I’m telling you about something significant that happened. It’s not as if we sat down together and you said, “Alex, tell me a tale where you had a pleasant trip to your homeland and the worst menace you faced was the amount of paprika the Widow put in the sausages.” No, you wanted a proper hair-raiser and here I am, trying to tell you one, whoever you are. (p. 69)
Alex Easton, sworn soldier of Gallacia and first-person narrator of What Feasts as Night as well as What Moves the Dead, delivers that meditation about halfway through the novella, when they are well past the unpleasant trip part and my hairs, at least, were rising in alarm.
Easton and their* batsman Angus have left the delights of Paris for the dank, dark days of a rural Gallacian autumn. Miss Eugenia Potter, an Englishwoman and noted mycologist who attracts adjectives like “redoubtable,” provided crucial advice and support during the events chronicled in What Moves the Dead. The climate of Gallacia being particularly suitable for many types of fungus, Easton has offered Miss Potter the use of a family hunting lodge as a base for a period of research. Angus and Easton have come back from Paris to serve as translators and cultural interpreters. One problem has already arisen even before any of them arrive.









