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 crouched behind the bushes in a tidy yard and wished he could shush Medley. He'd never heard someone creep so noisily. But the first time he tried to quiet her she retorted in such a loud voice he decided holding his tongue and letting her thrash her way around was the better option.


Did she know how to whisper? Fresco glared at her.


"You do know we're trying to sneak in, right?"


Medley punched him in the shoulder, her bony knuckles stinging. "I was sneaking long before you were born, boy."


Could have fooled him. A dog barked close by. Fresco hissed out a curse. This wasn't going to work. He was far too accustomed to doing things on his own anyway. Obviously he wasn't thinking straight when he let her come with him.


Chapter 49: Awakening