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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He expected the man to be angry. Meritas's laughter was worse, for some reason.


"Oh, Fresco, how marvelous." Meritas squeezed his hand. "I would expect nothing less from you. What an incredible future you have here with us." He chuckled. "Now, I'll leave you to get dressed, all right? I'll send someone for you shortly."


Meritas went to the door and touched the wall. Something clicked and the latch released. He turned back, his fingers on the handle. "Don't be long."


Fresco waited for him to leave and close the door behind him before swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. He was careful, testing his balance and strength. He felt fantastic. And in full control of his abilities. It made no sense to him at all. Except it was obvious they weren't afraid of him. He was hardly unique and they had more experience and means to keep him in line if they needed to.


Chapter 60: Meritas