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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The mind led him on through the subdivision and out to the highway. Once One realized he was being directed to return to the city, he used his gift on a passing motorist, being careful to remove the man's memory of him despite the damage it left behind. The driver would be plagued with migraines and memory retention problems for the rest of his life.


None of which mattered to One despite understanding what he did was harmful. He felt the Master close by, but he was clearly distracted by the child's body just returned to the lab. For the most part, One was on his own to fulfill his orders.


Capture the owner of the mind and bring him to the Master. Simplicity itself. If only that mind would hold still long enough to be caught. One never encountered another mind so slippery, like the edges of it were oiled with thought impossible to hold onto for long. There was a time or two he was sure he had it, only to have it slip away, the mind's mocking laughter pulling him on.


Chapter 77: Trapped