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

It wasn't hard to overhear them talking. The Master hid nothing from him. There was no need to hide. One could feel their resistance even when they didn't speak.


"He's dangerous," Strom said. They were three rooms away, but One heard every word through his link with the Master. "You didn't see him, you weren't there."


Strom flinched away from the Master. It wasn't true and the man knew it. The Master was everywhere.


"We are loyal to you," Strom went on. "We do your bidding without question. Why is he necessary?"


"Not just him, Strom," the Master said in his soft and soothing voice. "But many more like him. Soon you will all be as perfect as One."


Such disbelief. Such terror. And yet resisting the inevitable was so unnecessary, such a waste of precious energy. When the time came, One would be ready to assist the Master, no matter the displeasure of the others. They would be perfect, too, and their fear would be gone.


Chapter 75: Perfection