Aside from writing, I have two other hobbies. Tonight, I’ve decided to forsake my fairly successful side gig as a male stripper and attend to my other hobby: hunting down evil wizards. Bitefighter, my 10 lb. terrier, is leading the way. He leads me through the forest and we burst into a clearing, surprising 3 wand-wielding nerds. One of them points at me and sends a bolt of something fiery and red at my face. I slip the death-bolt—or whatever it is—and rush ’em. I’m beating the piss out of my enemies when one of them throws purple blaze at Bitefighter, transforming him from a real dog into a chihuahua. I drop to my knees, clutch the air in front of me, and scream, “NOOOOOO!!!! BIIIIIITEFIGHTERRR!!!!” Bitefighter-as-chihuahua trots over to the wizards’ side, his face overtaken by those blank, chihuaha fish eyes. The Voldemort wannabes flash me triumphant grins. Tears streaming from my face, I open my eReader to Echo. Magic flash. Bitefighter rears back onto two legs, rippling and writhing into a ten-foot tall Were-terrier. His eyes glow red and he says in a resonant, double-toned voice: “BEAST-MODE INITIATED.” He backhands one of the nerds, sending him flying across the clearing and rebounding off a tree. Then he turns and throws a combo—jab, cross, SHOOOORYUKEN! The last hit is a Dragon Uppercut and sends Nerd #2 soaring into the stratosphere. Dork #3 has already retreated into the woods. Bitefighter turns to me and gets on all fours. “HOP ON,” he says. “LET US END THIS.” I run across the brush and leap onto my faithful were-terrier, and we gallop into the night to hunt us some wizard!
If evil wizards transform your dog into a chihuahua, transform it into a giant were-terrier and hunt their ass to the ends of the earth. 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