Iago-remember her?-may not have a ginormous role in that particular book, but you can blame her, directly or indirectly, for everything. Ever. This family made the grave mistake of pissing her off, and she's not too happy. She's never really happy, but...well, you get what I mean. I hope.
Still working out the specifics for her arrival, but this scene, right here, really defines her. Poor Quincy. You won't meet him for a while, but that doesn't really matter.
* * *
Quincy had long since quit trying to stay upright. What
remained of his clothes were stuck to him with either sweat or blood and he
couldn’t see straight anymore.
The guard holding his wrists let go
and he dropped to his knees. This was it. He was going to die. He didn’t even care.
Iago knelt in front of him and made
him lift his head.
“Hello, sweetie.” she said softly.
“Ready to talk to me?”
“No.” He tried to pull his head away
and she tightened her grip on his face. “No.”
“Resilient little bugger, aren’t
you?” She laughed. “I think I might grow to like you.”
She kissed him, that horrible forked
tongue snaking down his throat. He tasted brimstone, choked and tried to pull
away again. This time she let him. He vomited, but now the brimstone was
flavored with bile.
“Get him out of my sight.” When the
men didn’t move, she cracked her whip. “Now!”
* * *
Nice girl, isn't she? Loves pain, that one. And people. She eats people sometimes. She'd like to eat Quincy, but she's not allowed right now. I need him.
-Lalla
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