Shauna's Inheritance

By Tara K. Young

Shauna's birthday brings little to celebrate this year. Her mother is dying of an illness that has baffled doctors. What she cannot grasp is why her mother is indifferent to her own mortality. When Shauna discovers a strange locket in her mother's room, she learns the truth behind her mother's health. What seemed to be indifference was something much worse.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tara K. Young
• Release date: Mar 5, 2011
• ISBN: 9780986871313

Tara K. Young

I am a computing archaeologist and fantasy writer. My work often includes archaeological elements and fusion of cultures. I have been working in archaeology for ten years and writing for twice that time. While most of my first works were odd ramblings of a teenager, my adult writings include fantasy that utilizes archaeological reconstructions of cultures sometimes on a theological scale. I spend the first half of the week cataloging and studying ancient cultures and artifacts and the second half taking that information and reinventing it into fictional stories, always with fantasy elements.

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Shauna's Inheritance

Tara Kristen Young

Published by Myriad Maia at Smashwords

Copyright 2011 Tara Kristen Young

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Exhausted, Shauna threw her keys in the general direction of the front hall table. She was unconcerned when they missed the intended bowl, despite that they had come within millimetres of knocking over the tiny clear vase, which held a dead violet. She pushed her way through the piles of shoes and coats that had never quite made it to the open and empty closet. When the shoelaces of her sneakers caught on the heel of a firmly lodged boot, she was forced to drop her backpack to brace against the wall. Her hand knocked the loosely secured real estate calendar, which fluttered to the floor. It was just as well. She did not want to be reminded of the date anyway. There was nothing happy about this birthday.

Fighting her way out of the last clutches of the booted and jacketed mound, the whistle of a kettle pierced through the air and did not stop until it had penetrated her core, evoking both worry and anger. Her mother was home from the hospital.

What did Dr. Agrens say? she called as she heard her pouring the hot water into a mug.

"That there is nothing wrong with