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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 · Khoa huyễn
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117 Chs

Chapter 88: All For Gina

Fresco escaped the confines of the safe house just as the sun was coming up and made his way into the city. He knew the area very well, having spent many nights combing it looking for his brother. Fresco realized with a wry sense of humor how perfect it was they were hiding so close to the house of betrayal.

Two familiar blocks and he stood outside the rubbled remains of Last Stand.

He forced himself to examine it, to let himself absorb the destruction. The last time he was here, he wasn't exactly himself. He was One, the construct automaton doing the Master's bidding. Empty of care and empathy, he only noticed the rubble because it created a physical obstacle. This morning was very different. The only obstacles in his way were emotional and he let them pile up on top of him until he could barely breathe.