“What’s the verdict, sir?”  The question is being asked by Snerdles, my boss’s right-hand middle-manager and chief ass-kisser.  I’ve been carted out to the desert and I’m walking the plank, standing over a sarlacc pit monster.  My boss rubs his dad-bod belly and does an uncannily accurate Jabba laugh.  “Cast him in!”  I’m walked out, step into empty space…fall turn around grab the plank double-tuck somersault and BAM!  My 10 lb. terrier Bitefighter has taken the place of R2 and throws me my eReader, open to Echo.  Magic flash.  I’ve got a green lightsaber, Han and Lando are laying waste next to me, and I’m dashing around, slicing up Dilbert lookalikes.  A young, metal-bikini’d Carrie Fisher is gunning down corporate scum from a turreted laser cannon.  I grab her by the waist, we grapnel-gun onto an adjacent speeder-ship, and she plants a soulful kiss on my lips.  (This time it’s awesome ‘cos we’re not siblings.)

Let’s do The Trilogy right this time and leave out the sister-kissing.  Get Echo Vol. 1 on Kindle here:  Vol. 1 on Kindle.  Vol. 2 on Kindle here:  Vol.2 on Kindle