Lady Envy

Aliases: Lady Islah’Dracon (MoI, UK Trade, p.287)

A sorceress, Daughter of Draconus and Sheltatha Lore, sister to Sister Spite

'She was tall, slim, wearing a flowing white telaba such as were worn by highborn women of Seven Cities. Her black hair was long and straight. (MoI UK mmpb p. 63)

'Her unbound black hair hung full and straight down to the small of her back. Her lips

were painted a deep, vaguely menacing red. The kohl above her eyes contained the hues of dusk.'(MoI, UK Trade, p.652)

'Lady Envy’s sorcery...As in legends of old, hers was a power that rolled in broad waves, stripping the life from all it swept over, devouring rank upon rank, street by street, leaving bodies piled in their hundreds. She was...the daughter of Draconus – an Elder God.'(MoI, UK Trade, p.365)(MoI mmpb, p.496)

Quotes

'The crushing of an empire is never easy. I should know, having crushed a few in my time.' (MoI, UK Trade, p.280)

'I will not force my kiss upon you, Toc the Younger. Don’t you see? The choice must be yours, else you shall indeed be enslaved.' (MoI, UK Trade, p.296)

The Mystery of Dassem's Daughter

K'rul to Lady Envy :As petulant as ever, I see. Very well. You chose to turn your back on  the need, when last it arose. Disappointing, that, yet enough did indeed attend to manage the Chaining – although at a cost that your presence would have diminished. ....

Perhaps, perhaps not. Time will tell, as the mortals say. In any case,  you defied the summons at the Chaining, Lady Envy. I will not brook your indifference a second time...

K’rul continued after a moment. We have lost allies in our foolishness.

Dassem Ultor, who was broken by Hood’s taking of his daughter at the Time of the Chaining – this was a devastating blow. Dassem Ultor, the First Sword reborn—

1‘Do you think,’ she asked slowly, ‘that Hood would have taken her for the Chaining, had I answered the summons?’ Am I, she wondered, to blame for Dassem Ultor’s loss?

Hood alone could answer that question, Lady Envy. And he’d likely lie, in any case. Dassem, his Champion – Dessembrae – had grown to rival his power. There is little value in worrying such questions, beyond the obvious lesson that inaction is a deadly choice. Consider: from Dassem’s fall, a mortal empire now totters on the edge of chaos. From Dassem’s fall, the Shadow Throne found a new occupant. From Dassem’s fall . . . ah, well, the tumbling dominoes are almost countless.

It is done.