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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As soon as they arrived back at the barracks, technicians appeared to remove the body. Fresco saw Suzanne with them and waved at her. She cheerfully waved back.


"Great work." Strom squeezed his shoulder and let Fresco feel a fragment of his approval through the tight restrictions around their power. Fresco's mind made a connection without any help. The reason he was unable to harm Strom or any of the others at the warehouse was now obvious. They were so tightly controlled and their power so regulated anything cast at them just bounced off.


Fresco was pleased to know he didn't have to worry so much about his own power slipping out and found himself releasing the tight clench he held against his gifts. His whole body relaxed.


Strom nodded in approval. "Now you're seeing it," he said. "I'm so proud of you, Fresco."


He grinned all the way back up to the barracks.


Chapter 67: Whispers