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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His mind fell quiet. The stillness was restful and he allowed it to be. All was as expected. The Master told him so.


"You are perfect," the Master said as his eyes opened and he focused on the world around him. "Flawless. My soldier."


He did not acknowledge the Master. There was no need. Their minds were linked and he understood the Master's pleasure even if he could not feel it himself.


"Your name is One," the Master said. "Repeat it."


"One." His voice worked, but the tone was dusty and deep.


"Excellent." The Master left him standing there, to smile at the others in the room, dressed in their white lab coats and frightened expressions. He knew why they feared him, the same reason the Master was pleased.


Others came to observe him. One recognized their faces, but had no desire to communicate. The Master didn't will or order it, so he remained silent.


Chapter 73: One