Echo: A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

KRAKA-THOOM K’BOOM!  Lightning streaks across the sky.  In a stark flash, that single bolt highlights our dire straits:  My loyal 10 lb. terrier Bitefighter and I have been stranded in a small dinghy at sea, and we’ve been accosted by a gang of kraken-mounted accountants.  “WHY HAVE YOU BETRAYED US, KENT?” they scream at me.  I yell back that I haven’t betrayed anyone, that I only wanted to do my job and be left alone to write, but they’re not having it.  They strafe my craft with automatic weapons fire, forcing me and Bitefighter to duck down in the boat’s rapidly filling compartment.  Lightning crashes overhead, bouncing off the gleaming skins of their battle-squids.  Bitefighter yanks my eReader out from my pocket and opens it to Echo.  Magic flash.  A Mark V Terrier-designate War-Suit slides over Bitefighter.  Cybernetic sections of armor expand and connect across his body in an efficient series of snaps.  The last piece of his ensemble—a weaponized doggy monocle—slides over his left eye.  He turns to me, gives me a tiny thumbs-up, and a resolute rowf.  A second later he takes to the skies, bombarding our attackers with micro-missiles and chain-programmable ordnance.  As our attackers get chopped to bits, Bitefighter blasts Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture from his weather-proof speakers.

When you’re hunted to the ends of the ocean by weak-souled corporate slaves, respond with overwhelming firepower…and make sure you have the soundtrack to go along with it.  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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