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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 30: And Parker Makes Two

Parker sat far more patiently than Fresco while Medley drew her blood. Her smile was constant and gentle. Fresco couldn't help but smile back. He was certain his expression came across far goofier than hers. He felt a joy within him, growing stronger and stronger as the minutes went by, a joy fed by the knowledge that Parker was free.

From the lopsided grin on Garris's face, he was no more immune than they were.

Medley remained her usual stoic self, however, as she capped off the last vial of blood. She sat back while Fresco applied a bandage to Parker's arm.

"I'll have a look," the old chemist said. "But if the boy's blood is any indicator, I won't be finding anything in the girl's either."