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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Diamond City Trilogy

One waited in the back of the van in silence. Gina sat next to him, cringing to the side as though touching him would harm her. He ignored her.


"When we get there, you follow my lead," Strom said. One ignored him, too. He took his orders from the Master. What Strom wanted was irrelevant.


They parked a block away in a dark and quiet lot deep in shadow. One descended from the van and immediately headed out, feeling for the large group of children he knew would be close by. His memory of the place was blurred, but he knew where he was going just by the touch of them.


One came to an abrupt halt when his searching mind found nothing. He looked up at the wooden fence, the peeling for sale sign, and processed what happened.


They moved. It was only logical. The boy with the dark hair, he was to take them elsewhere if there was trouble. One had no idea where they had gone.


Chapter 74: Mastered