I’m paddling out to catch a wave, my loyal 10 lb. terrier Bitefighter lifevested up beside me.  Suddenly I see a receded hairline pierce the water and duck back under.  DA-dum.  Another one.  DA-Dum.  A pair of coke-bottle-thick glasses peeks at me from my right and disappears.  DA-DUM.  They’re everywhere!  DA-DUM DA-DUMDADUMDADUM—a swarm of aquatic Grammar Nazis!  I open my eReader to Echo.  Magic flash.  Out of nowhere a giant ship that’s flying skull and crossbones appears broadside to my surfboard.  I hear, “All hands man your battle stations!”  Hails of cannon and musket fire descend on the ring of Grammar Nazis that were about to pull me under, engulfing the water in miasmas of blood.  I’m holding on to Bitefighter, keeping us low as giant plumes of ocean erupt around us.  When the fire dies down, I’m surrounded by floating corpses of red-pen clutching nerds.  I raise my hand toward the pirate ship:  “Thanks!”  The captain raises a hook in reply:  “Yar!”

The danger posed by aquatic Grammar Nazis has never been greater.  Get Echo Vol. 1 on Kindle here:  Vol. 1 on Kindle.  Vol. 2 on Kindle here:  Vol.2 on Kindle