Echo: A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

My breath moistens the dark inside of a burlap sack.  I strain to hear through the bag tied over my head.  I catch snatches of words from my captors:  “—in the butt and leave him to die.” Followed by:  “—then we chop it off and leave it as a warning to anyone else that makes fun of our junk.”  And:  “—sick of working around a guy that’s smart AND fit.  For the past six months, I’ve jerked off while crying myself to sleep.  Do you know how—”  The engine cuts off, and rough hands force me out of the van.  I’m pushed onto my knees, and I hear someone rack a shotgun.  The bag comes off my head, and surprise surprise:  I see that my captors are, in fact, my coworkers.  I look Herbert Kornfeld from Accounts Receivable straight in the eye.  “I helped you with saying ‘hi’ to attractive women,” I say.  “That was a solid year of dedicated training.  Et tu, Brute?”  Herbert bites his lip and turns away.  “I’m sorry, Kent,” he says in a quavering voice.  “You know how it is.”  My boss says, “Your brains are gonna look real good on the outside of your head, Kent.”  He slaps the barrel of the shot gun against his off-hand, grinning toothily at me.  I look briefly around and see that we’re in the California desert; no one’s gonna find me out here.  The caw of a lone vulture scrapes across the air.  It’s followed by a desolate blast of howling wind.  I lock my eyes with my boss and growl, “You gonna talk about it or you gonna do it?”  Fury clouds his eyes—apparently he was hoping for a little begging—and he levels the gun at my face.  I tumble to the side.  My eReader falls out of my pocket and opens to Echo.  Magic flash.  Blinding lightning crackles down from the sky, deafening us all with a series of booms.  It hits roughly twenty feet away—in front of me and behind my boss—but it doesn’t dissipate.  Bolts crash down one after another, merging together and condensing into a glowing, luminous ball.  Directly below the lightning, blazing veins of energy are spreading across the sand.  Before my disbelieving eyes, Jessica Rabbit begins to form from the nexus of light.  She stands up, a blue-wreathed hottie made of pure energy, and raises her hands like a motha duckin wizard.  Crackling power leaps from her fingers and electrifies my would-be assassins.  I watch in awe as they’re reduced to blackened husks.  Lightning-Jessica blows me a kiss, then fades away, leaving her phone number glowing in the air.  I do a happy dance and pump my fist.  YES!  Could this day get ANY better?  (BTW, something like this happens in Echo 3.  😉  )

Come on.  You KNOW your hostile coworkers are targeting you for a mob-style desert assassination.  Get Echo Vol. 1 on Kindle here:  Vol. 1 on Kindle.  Vol. 2 on Kindle here:  Vol.2 on Kindle  Vol. 3 on Kindle here:  Vol. 3 on Kindle


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