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 couldn't speak or move or protest. As much as his mind screamed a denial, his heart felt the truth. Here before him sat his father.


Meritas stroked the back of his hand. "I've so wanted to tell you," he said. "To visit you and see how you were doing. You see, most of my progeny failed to come to their gifts." His slender shoulders shrugged once. "An unfortunate truth. But I knew Constance and me... that you had it in you to be the best of all of them, Fresco."


He couldn't breathe. Blood rushed to his forehead, his pulse beating against his brain. Fresco wanted to pull his hand away, to run from the evil, smiling man whose best intentions murdered countless children all for the sake of power. But he couldn't.


Chapter 61: Answers