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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They made it three blocks before Joey stopped him.


Fresco turned to the hand on his arm and faced his young friend's anger.


"I can't believe you just let her go!" Joey's face was red, his eyes rimmed with tears. His thin body trembled with the force of his emotion. Rage literally poured out of him, washing over Fresco like a desperate animal, trying to pull him under as Joey's hatred struggled to drown him. "She's one of them!"


Fresco didn't reach out physically, but his gift embraced his friend. He had to move gently, knowing too much contact would cause Joey pain. And yet he needed that touch to share what he was feeling.


"Did you want me to kill her?" He showed Joey an image of her dead body. The boy flinched from the creation.


"I don't know." Joey jerked himself free of Fresco and sniffled a couple of times, his face wet with tears. "But you should have done something."


Chapter 54: Seeker