Patti Larsen

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

Fresco's first impulse was to lash out at the hated Garbageman lying helpless in the rickety hospital bed. His second was revulsion. The man was deep in detox, his whole body drenched in a thin sheen of glowing blue as his very pores expelled the drug holding him in thrall. Fresco simply watched at last, settling into dull horror at the sight of the big man so shrunken in on himself, his cheeks hollowed, shining eyes the only bright thing about him.


"We took him shortly after you fell," Daniel said. Fresco almost jumped at the sound of his brother's voice. Only the touch of Daniel's mind kept him from leaping out of his own skin. "They came looking for you, on Meritas's orders, I'm assuming. Strom went right to the scene of the crime." The burned out husk of Last Stand. Fresco remembered.


"You know him too." Silly. Of course Daniel did. Everyone standing around the bed did.


Chapter 84: Garbageman In Custody