I’m at a wine-tasting thing.  Everyone’s in fancy formal-wear except me (I’ll be damned if I pass up the opportunity to wear jeans and a t-shirt!).  The discontent grows; high-class drunkards are giving me Sauron’s eye while I fill my mouth with delicious cheeses.  Suddenly one of them flips a bottle, gripping it neck toward the ground, and smashes it over my dome.  “UNCIVILIZED HEATHEN!” he yells.  Then these well-dressed animals are on me, punching, kicking…stars dance across my vision.  I see plasticized wives cheering them on, every now and then swinging a purse at my face with a gleeful smile.  In a bleary-eyed daze, I open my eReader to Echo.  Magic flash.  An army of the finest pornstars appears in the room, naked and dripping.  Not gonna go into it, but they use a bevy of horrifying fluids (can’t help but be impressed by the volume) to hose down these uptight savages, making them scream like vampires in sunlight.  I scramble away on all fours, wishing I’d brought an umbrella.

The high-class will beat your ass.  UNLESS you can summon a legion of Gross on command. Get Echo Vol. 1 on Kindle here:  Vol. 1 on Kindle.  Vol. 2 on Kindle here:  Vol.2 on Kindle