I’m flying the friendly skies, happily lost in my eReader, when five minutes in, the guy behind me nudges me and asks, “Hey.  Whatcha’ reading?”  Yes, one of THOSE people.  (Why is it that when you’re reading, they feel it’s cool to interrupt as long as they ask what the book is?  Never understood it.)  I show him my eReader, turned to one of my favorite books by Stephen King, and he nods and turns away.  Then he starts talking my ear off.  What he’s saying, I honestly can’t remember.  The vein on my forehead is throbbing in fury.  I try to ignore him, but he keeps talking.  Enough.  I open my eReader to Echo.  Magic flash.  A bevy of phalluses fly out of its screen like hydra heads.  They chain punch him across the face as if he was Bruce Lee’s wing chun training dummy, and he emits a squeal of terror before he’s knocked senseless.  I finish my book, but for the rest of the flight, I’m trying not to bust out in laughter.

Ever tried to read and been assaulted with questions about what you’re reading?  The proper response is a tangle of chain-punching phalluses.  Get Echo Vol. 1 on Kindle here:  Vol. 1 on Kindle.  Vol. 2 on Kindle here:  Vol.2 on Kindle. Links for Vol.2 on Smashwords/Nook/iBooks/Kobo are available here:  Echo on other platform