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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Fresco took a seat in front of the computer and jiggled the mouse. Light poured in over him, the rich aroma of coffee and sugar almost more than he could take. But he wasn't there for treats or caffeine. He needed answers and the safest place to do the search was on a rented computer.


This took money, naturally. There wasn't a whole lot left from Joey's twenty when he was through buying stuff for the kids. This meant Fresco needed to find some on his own. A casual stroll past a man in a business suit snagged him a black leather wallet full of cash and cards. Fresco helped himself to the money, but dropped the rest in a mailbox. Two hundred dollars richer, he decided on his next course of action.


Chapter 47: Research