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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Fresco waited outside Daniel's door for quite a while before his brother finally emerged.


"She's resting," he said, weariness all over his face.


Fresco didn't bother with the snide remark popping into his head. He didn't much care how Genvieve was, honestly, but he didn't see any use in troubling Daniel further so he held it back.


"You wanted to talk?" Best to get to the point. Fresco was tired himself, although if he was going to be truthful, he dreaded going to bed. He knew he wouldn't sleep, just turn Medley's death over and over in his mind, trying to figure out how he could have saved her. Daniel was a good distraction.


"This way." Daniel led him down the hall and to a small room. They moved safe houses again, this time without being under pursuit, so they had more time to bring things with them. Fresco perched on a complaining wooden chair that creaked loudly under him. Daniel settled on a pile of old mattresses with a heavy whoosh of breath.


Chapter 103: Second Guessing