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Diamond City Trilogy

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. Don't miss the rest of this dark YA urban fantasy series! Wasteland and Diamond City are now available.

Patti Larsen · Sci-fi
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117 Chs

Chapter 29: Just Do It

The rest of the day felt like living in a tomb. The whole house stood dark and quiet as each of the kids struggled with the despair of losing their hope yet again. Fresco put Apple to bed, sitting with her until she fell asleep, keeping his mind tuned to her to make sure she was all right. Then, he went hunting for Parker.

He found her with Chad and Martin in the kitchen. Despite his best attempts, none of them seemed interested in talking. Finally, frustrated by their sullen silence, Fresco went to Garris's office.

The door was locked and Garris didn't answer Fresco's repeated knocks. He kicked the heavy wood, pouring all his frustration into the blow, before stalking off.

The house stirred once, just before midnight. Fresco sat with Apple again as she slept out her pain. He felt the kids, their collective consciousness reach out, watching and waiting. Knew the progression of the Wasted soul as it slunk through the halls, shame and need driving it out.