I’m hacking my way through the Amazon with Teddy Roosevelt.  He keeps shouting “Bully for you!” and twirling his handlebar mustache, causing me to grin and stay motivated as I follow behind.  Suddenly a tribe of emo-poets charges out of the brush and swamps him.  He’s throwing old-timey boxing punches, having the time of his life.  I’m rushing to assist, when suddenly one of them starts chanting shitty poetry that’s straight out of the latest teen-vampire movie.  Teddy clutches his nuts and screams in agony.  He rips his pants open and horror upon horrors, his junk has shrunken to near-nothingness.  I’m talking baby acorn and two half-raisins.  He yells furiously, “Aaaargh!  Save yourself Kent!  These cads are in possession of dark magicks!”  In desperation, I open my eReader to Echo.  Magic flash.  A swirling beam of light that looks like a translucent Chuck Norris streaks over Teddy and jams a syringe full of whiskey into his thigh.  Roosevelt’s eyes bulge and glow red.  His muscles expand in a rippling surge and he tears out of his clothes like the motha duckin’ Hulk (his handlebar mustache also grows to an impressive three foot wingspan).  He starts throwing all-American haymakers and smashing emo faceholes.

Every 3.8 seconds, someone is rendered impotent by Emo poetry.  Don’t let it happen to you.  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 platforms