Author Archives: Brandi Untz

Katla muttered, closed the book, and dropped it on the table. She wanted to throw it across the Arcanaeum. Urag gro-Shub would have her head, though. That was it. She had no more books to read or research. Tara had been right. There wasn’t much written about the Order of the Fire Queen, or anyContinue reading “4E 202 – Relations”

“I found something,” Tara said. She tossed the book, Orders of Necromancy, on the little table in their rented room at the inn. Katla looked at the book with, what, trepidation? Yes, that was it, Tara thought. “Let’s go for a walk,” Tara said and grabbed her hand. Katla let Tara guide her and theyContinue reading “4E 202 – Stay”

“Your sacrifice is greatly appreciated,” Tara Geonette said. She stared at the three corpses and smiled. The three women, Asteria, Agnes, and Zyra, had been the final Glenmoril witches that knew Tara directly. The fewer people alive who knew her past, the better. Plus, there was something…delicious…about using their souls for her needs. She staredContinue reading “2E 584 – Family History, Part 2”

When you fail the one, don’t fail the other. Tara woke with a start. The dream. The premonition. Rigmor. How many times had it repeated last night? Too many. Tara yawned and rubbed her eyes. Was there anything new in it? Any new hint to what, when, how, who, with this Rigmor? She thought onContinue reading “4E 202 – Dreams”

Katla stood in front of her old home. Who lived there now? The gentleman had said his last name. Lylvieve. Not much had changed since she’d been born inside. At least from the outside. The wood and stone walls looked as sturdy as ever, eighteen more years of wear hadn’t changed it. Katla stepped backContinue reading “4E 199 – Buried Hope”

Tara set down the book, On Necromancy, rubbed her eyes, and stared up at the ceiling. The book made her skin crawl. But, oh, that glorious ceiling and the library they were in. This was The Arcanaeum, the vast library of the College of Winterhold. It had taken nearly a year, but here she was,Continue reading “4E 202 – The College of Winterhold”

Tara Geonette allowed herself a smile. She exhaled slowly and enjoyed the moment. The dead thrall stood in front of her, ready for command. What had been his name? Mordard. Yes, that was it. He’d told her she had “flaming hair of passion” and “the deepest emerald eyes I’ve ever seen”. That first date hadContinue reading “2E 584 – Family History, Part 1”

Sunlight broke across the horizon, coating the morning in warmth, brilliance, and hope. Today was the day. Tara was leaving home and heading for Cyrodiil. For a new life. She finished tossing extra feed out for the chickens. Would Mom or Father feed them on time later today? Did they even know when to feedContinue reading “4E 199 – Leaving Home – The Rest of the Story”

Tara wiped tears from her eyes and leaned her head back. A sigh escaped. The kind of tired sigh that hinted at defeat, if one were inclined to give in. She wasn’t. She was tired of talking, though. She’d spent the last hour, or was it two, telling Katla everything about her family. The magicContinue reading “4E 202 – Mending”

Katla held her breath, made one tiny adjustment, and released the arrow. Her steel arrow flew true and caught the necromancer in the throat. He collapsed and died without a word. Katla stayed crouched and quiet, listening for any sound, any hint someone else was nearby. The wind rustled the needles of the towering pinesContinue reading “4E 200 – First Kill”