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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 · Ciencia y ficción
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117 Chs

Chapter 113: Tied To The City

Never before had it been like this. So close, so immediate. Tied into his heart like his blood beat to the time of the pulse of the City itself. And he wasn't alone, nor would he be ever again, he was certain.

It was so incredible to be home. The City stretched out before him, the green valley, the stunning streets lined with gemstone buildings and polished doorways of the clearest stone reflecting back the sun to the flawless blue sky. It hurt his eyes and burned its way into his mind and he loved it, embraced the joy of it, letting it in like never before.

This time felt like freedom. He was in control rather than out of it. And he loved it even more because he was free. The City had an added luster, the song extra vibration. Tears welled and spilled over his cheeks, the diamond prisms of them falling to shimmer on the palm of his hand when he reached up to catch them.