I’m walking past a bevy of half-plastic socialites. They point and laugh, calling me things like peon, proletariat, and serf. I turn to them and say, “Your best hope of validation is a tawdry reality show, and when life comes crumbling down around you, you’ll drown in valium and unfulfilling affairs with your tennis trainers.” They screech in rage and open their purses. Red-eyed chihuahuas come flying out of their Louis Vuittons. I’m screaming and flailing as they bite my ears, my fingers, my nuts…I open my eReader to Echo. Magic flash. Suddenly I’m holding Gandalf’s magic staff. I slam its tip into the earth, and the little ankle-biters are thrown off me in a blast of eldritch light. The socialites transform into bat-winged pit-fiends and throw themselves at me, but I hold them back with a salvo of multihued energy. After a few seconds of frenzied combat, they retreat into the night sky, and the moon casts sallow light off their unholy silhouettes.
Every 2.8 seconds, a man is castrated by a socialite pit-fiend’s chihuahua. Get Echo Vol. 1 on Kindle here: Vol. 1 on Kindle. Vol. 2 on Kindle here: Vol.2 on Kindle. Links for Vol.1 AND Vol.2 on Smashwords/Nook/iBooks/Kobo are available here: Echo on other platforms