I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn.

The blue joy is calling... but can Fresco survive it?

"Do you know what happened to you?" Joey's voice broke a little. Fresco shook his head. The kid nodded, like it was no big surprise." Yeah, me either. No one seems to. We just have normal lives, you know? Then suddenly you wake up with this thing eating into you," he swallowed hard, "and that's it. The rest is Wasteland."

Seventeen-year-old Fresco Conte is an ordinary All-American kid from an upper middle-class family. He plays football. His girlfriend is a cheerleader. Life is good. Until unexplained things, scary things, start to take him over. Like surviving an accident that should have killed him. Or hearing the thoughts of the people around him whether he wants to or not.
 
When the men in the dark blue coveralls come for him, Fresco is forced into addiction to the blue joy known as Wasteland and set free on the street, with no answers and only his hunger to keep him company.

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Diamond City Trilogy

The gleaming staircase stretched out below him, shining under the brilliant blue sky. The City beckoned, the song swelling in Fresco's soul. He knew it well, longed for it most of his life. The Diamond City with its polished gemstone streets and multi-faceted buildings, and the crowning glory, the fairy tale castle shining at its heart, summoning him to enter its gates and be welcomed home forever.


He wasn't alone. Parker stood next to him, her amber eyes and mocha skin so dear. She smiled, perfect white teeth shining stars. She offered her hand. But when he tried to take it, the distance between them grew in an instant. She rushed from him without moving, taken by a chasm of space he couldn't reach across.


She cried now, blue tears streaking down her face, glowing with their own inner light. Fresco tried to fly to her, saw her mouth forming words, begging him to come to her, but all was silent and still.


Chapter 37: Dreams Of The City