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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Apple hugged him hard around the neck when Fresco carried her through the doorway.


"It's perfect," she whispered before sliding down to explore.


The room he chose for them was interior so their lights wouldn't be noticed, but otherwise it was clean and relatively empty, save for a few old crates in one corner. The plain concrete floor would be a little cold, but Fresco planned to liberate some more blankets and old mattresses and figured that would take care of the problem.


Happiness swelled inside him as he watched the kids check out their new home. They were less timid, more eager than the terrified bunch he rescued from the basement of the abandoned house. And he wanted them to stay that way.


"There's running water," he said, "but no electricity." The city water ran no matter what, to their benefit. And there was a washroom just down the corridor from their room.


"Shower?" Peter looked down at himself and made a face. Fresco laughed, knowing how he felt.


Chapter 44: Home Sweet Home