If CD was any indication, we need to worry about the opposite. Harry struggles against the Winter Mantle (the 'natural order' personified) urging him to rape and kill. When Mab shows humanity, it is a rare and unnerving thing. The Summer Mantle overwhelms Lily, making her burn the landscape and attack indiscriminately- making her threaten the man her human side loves.
Nature is not the one being (ab)used here. It may not initiate Table rituals, but it certainly dominates their participants.
Those things aren't from nature though. They arise from the mantle, artificial constructs made by humans with black magic and human sacrifice. A mantle isn't "nature"... it's a thing created with murder. Literally, the definition of crimes against humanity.
The fae queens -- humans with stolen power obtained by black magic -- have inserted themselves into at the very least, atmospheric weather, in a manner similar to a human building a dam.
The Hoover Dam is built incredibly well. Maybe not in our lifetimes, but inevitably even with maintenance, it will fail. Lake Mead is less transient. And when Hoover Dam fails, all the water comes crashing down. Just like in DF when the balance of the fae queens fails.
But yes, nature always dominates in the end. Because it is eternal. What men create -- dams or mantles -- may last a very long time, but a finite amount of energy went into their creation. There is no free energy even for magic in the Dresdenverse.
This is the part of The Dark Tower I was referring to: (Song of Susannah, p109)
“How many Beams do there be, Susannah of New York?”
“Six,” Susannah said. “At least, there were. I guess now there are only two that—”
Mia waved a hand impatiently, as if to say Don’t waste my time. “Six, aye. And when the Beams were created out of that greater Discordia, the soup of creation some (including the Manni) call the Over and some call the Prim, what made them?”
“I don’t know,” Susannah said. “Was it God, do you think?”
“Perhaps there is a God, but the Beams rose from the Prim on the airs of magic, Susannah, the true magic which passed long ago. Was it God that made magic, or was it magic that made God? I know not. It’s a question for philosophers, and mothering’s my job. But once upon a time all was Discordia and from it, strong and all crossing at a single unifying point, came the six Beams. There was magic to hold them steady for eternity, but when the magic left from all there is but the Dark Tower, which some have called Can Calyx, the Hall of Resumption, men despaired. When the Age of Magic passed, the Age of Machines came.”
Mia shrugged. “You doom yourselves, Susannah. You seem positively bent on it, and the root is always the same: your faith fails you, and you replace it with rational thought. But there is no love in thought, nothing that lasts in deduction, only death in rationalism.”
“The magic went away. Maerlyn retired to his cave in one world, the sword of Eld gave way to the pistols of the gunslingers in another, and the magic went away. And across the arc of years, great alchemists, great scientists, and great— what?— technicians, I think? Great men of thought, anyway, that’s what I mean, great men of deduction— these came together and created the machines which ran the Beams. They were great machines but they were mortal machines. They replaced the magic with machines, do ya kennit, and now the machines are failing. In some worlds, great plagues have decimated whole populations.”
“The Crimson King’s Breakers are only hurrying along a process that’s already in train. The machines are going mad. You’ve seen this for yourself. The men believed there would always be more men like them to make more machines. None of them foresaw what’s happened. This … this universal exhaustion.”
“The world has moved on.”
“Aye, lady. It has. And left no one to replace the machines which hold up the last magic in creation, for the Prim has receded long since. The magic is gone and the machines are failing. Soon enough the Dark Tower will fall. Perhaps there’ll be time for one splendid moment of universal rational thought before the darkness rules forever. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
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