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 the van slow and leaned forward to look out the windshield. This time, Gina didn't distract him. They pulled up to a narrow alley, the streetlight above doing its best to keep the night at bay.


"Gina, Fresco, hang back and observe. Jeremy, keep the van running. Mitch, Parker, you're with me."


Mitch gave Fresco the thumbs up, his bright blue eyes shimmering in the dim light. Fresco smiled back.


Parker threw the back doors open and slid out onto the pavement, disappearing immediately from view. Fresco scrambled to follow her when Gina gave him a gentle poke to get moving. The night was a little cool, the asphalt wet from a recent rain. Everything smelled so fresh, even for that part of the city.


He knew it, of course. Fresco spent a lot of time there. He was surprised to discover they weren't far from where he left the kids. His heart went right to them, his thoughts distracted. He wanted to help them so badly


they had to be warned, they had to run and hide


Chapter 66: Observer