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 felt Joey's relief as soon as he walked through the door. He didn't even need his gifts to do it. The boy threw his arms around his hero and held on for a long time. The rest of the kids crowded around, hands touching Fresco where they could, wanting to be with him, too.


"Fine," she said. She hobbled forward, a beat up cane in one hand, Chris under her other arm for support. "Did you do as I asked?"


"They won't be bothering us anymore." Fresco let it hang between them.


She processed for a moment and nodded sharply, once.


"And our talk earlier?" He knew what she referred to. The lie to him about G.E.M. and her involvement.


"Forgotten." And unimportant. As much as she didn't want him to trust her, she was all he had. And from the look in her eyes, she accepted it.


"Well then," she said. "I guess it's time I moved in."


Chapter 56: Combining Efforts