Jun 8 2013 11:00am

Ecko Rising: New Excerpt

Danie Ware

Danie Ware Ecko RisingEcko Rising by Danie Ware is a science fiction thriller with literary qualities that questions what it is to be human (available June 11, 2013).

In a futuristic London where technological body modification is the norm, Ecko stands alone as a testament to the extreme capabilities of his society. Driven half mad by the systems running his body, Ecko is a criminal for hire. No job is too dangerous or insane.

When a mission goes wrong and Ecko finds himself catapulted across dimensions into a peaceful and unadvanced society living in fear of 'magic', he must confront his own percepions of reality and his place within it.



“We’re bein’ stalked.”

It was evening. The press of people was close, huddled and submissive to the public monotone that accompanied them home.

Overhead, the streetlights were halogen-brilliant, obscuring the heavy, belly-down sky. The drizzle sparkled like shrapnel.

Fuller, tarnished aplomb in suit and overcoat, gave Lugan a nervous look. “You’re sure – ?”

“Shut up an’ keep moving.” One of the Cell commander’s massive, oil-stained hands grabbed Fuller’s elbow and propelled him swiftly through the crowd. A gang of kids, laughing at their own defiance, barged into them and were gone.

Reflexively, Lugan checked his pockets.

Get Collator. Sub-vocalised, his voice was transmitted from the back of his throat directly into Fuller’s ear. I want CCTV access – like now. Drones if we can get ’em.

Fuller gave a brief nod.

Tense now, Lugan checked the street. The light-pools were bright but the shadows were hard-edged and darker than oil. Everywhere he looked, unseen eyes looked back, unseen teeth were bared in black grins. He shivered, bristled.

What’re you looking for? Fuller asked him.

Dunno. Trouble.

Half-a-head taller than the blindly ambling workers, Lugan picked out the police-blue glow of the hoverdrone, watched it swing about and head back towards them.

Fuller was re-broadcasting Collator’s info-stream. Data input commencing 18:42:06… 07… Camera locations accessed. Drone ID: 23-987b accessed. Download commencing one minute and 45 seconds…

Lugan reached for a dog-end. “This stinks.” Watching the drone, he headed for the shelter of the buildingside. As he moved, the crowd stirred and parted.

A shred of silent darkness flickered in his wake.

What was...? Further back, Fuller’s voice came over the aural-link. Lugan!

“What?” Without thinking, Lugan spun, back to the wall and crouching, hand going for the ten-mil that wasn’t there. Breathing tightly, he kicked in his ocular heatseeker, but the ambivalent temperature of the blankly trudging people defeated him.

There was nothing there.

Telling himself he’d imagined it, pillock, he watched a moment longer.

There was nothing there.

A burst of distant shouting made him start; the hoverdrone swung about to investigate.

Then a voice in his ear said softly…


“Shit...!” Lugan spun sideways and back, fists balling. “Fuller!” Two paces ahead, Fuller dropped into cover behind a heap of dustbin-bags shining with rainwater.

You get it? Lugan snapped.

No… I…

Did the drone get it?

A moment later, he heard Fuller’s voice reply, No screen. It’s gone.

What? Lugan slammed his back to the brickwork, searched his pockets. My smartcard, my headset, my fucking lighter. One black boot kicked the wall, rubbish scattered. What are we – fucking amateur night? We catch this joker, I’m going to wring its neck. Update Collator!

Spitting out the dog-end, Lugan sought the drone. Above his head, the light-show had started: bright lasers played on the clouds as if to cut them open. In the wealth of the City and the West End, London still pulsed with life. Here, the shadows were –

Eyes. Some two meters above his head – the shadows were eyes.

Afrisson shivered up his spine – whatever this character was, it was playing with them.

Fuller’s rebroadcast was telling him about the building. Human Resource Container standard design 12a, security level eight… Purchased by Mortimer, Hiner and Thompson Finance in 2018… population fifty single units…

Lugan watched the eyes. They were red. Just as he figured they were LEDs, they winked at him and were gone.

The frisson became a shudder; he found he was holding his breath.

Under the public monotone, a breath of laughter reached him – dark, malicious, cynical. It stroked his ear like a cold hand.

They were being watched.

The sound had come from the heart of the homeward-walking workers, as if the drugged-up drudges themselves mocked his efforts.

Swallowing hard, Lugan forced himself to move normally. What the hell was this character? Security level eight – and it just… hung on the wall like a gargoyle? Laughed as they tried to track it? Picked their pockets without getting – 

Oh wait a fucking minute…

Snarling through his beard, Lugan went back through the pockets of his old leather. He chucked a handful of washers onto the pavement and held up the piece of paper that remained.

“All right, smart-arse,” he said, “you got my attention. Now what the hell are you?”

The laugh came again. “I’m caught. Red-handed.” The voice was a rasp, savage, gleeful and absolutely fearless; a faint hint of an American accent. It came from behind them – but this time neither Fuller nor Lugan turned. “You gonna try an’ shoot me, biker-boy, or are you gonna turn me in?”

“I’ll turn you into fuckin’ chop suey, mate, if you don’t give me back my stuff.”

Still scanning the wall, Fuller said, Rebroadcast kicked, Collator’s with us. Report’s uploading.

“So, the mighty Lugan loses his kit like a rookie. Y’know what they say, the bigger they are – ”

“The harder they kick your arse. Whatever you are, you better get out where I can see you – ”

“Yeah? Why don’tcha make me?”

Incredible. The rebroadcast was dumping info so fast that Lugan could barely keep pace. The voice was male, adult, lacking a formal education, Chicago-born but living in London for ten years or more; there was a cruel, childlike quality that could indicate psychological damage and/or cybernetic overload…

The eyes were back, closer. “Y’ever heard of the Bogeyman?”

Through Fuller’s aural link, Collator’s smoothly androgynous tone said, ID Confirmed 98.83% probability…

“Yeah,” Lugan said. “He’s the bloke you don’t boogie with.”

The laughter became a cackle. “That ‘One Percent’ tattoo your sense of humour?”

“I know the ‘Bogeyman’,” Fuller said. Tall and wiry, Fuller’s quiet presence and calm voice cut the laughter with a sharp, informative edge. “He worked towards a better world, a liberated world – a world free from pharmaceutical control. He was a Crusader, fought for the people. The graphic novel was banned – ”

Comic books? Lugan raised an eyebrow. You’re pullin’ my chain…

Fuller ignored him. “It was you last night, wasn’t it? You took out Pilgrim’s new facility, the Serena Installation.”

The rasp twisted into a humourless cackle. “I’ll take any op to fuck with Pilgrim – ’til some grunt gets lucky an’ raises the alarm.” The eyes blinked once and were gone. “Didja see the bang?”

Lugan swore. “That bleedin’ buildin’ did a double-back-flip-an’-swallow dive. You ain’t tellin’ me that was you?”

The shrug was audible. “Hey, it’s traditional to blow up a major London landmark on Fawkes’ Night. Besides, I jus’ laid the charges. Ol’ Bobby Pilgrim set it off.”

Lugan stared at Fuller. “Our stalker trashed… “ He glanced at the drones, but they paid him no attention. The crowd was thinning, now. “Our stalker jus’ trashed Robert Pilgrim?”

Fuller snorted. “World’ll be a better place if you ask me.” He nodded at the last of the walking workers. “Look at these poor bastards – ”

“Not the fuckin’ point!” Over their audio-link, Lugan went on, This nutter must be wanted by every Security Agency in – !

A cloaked figure dropped into the light.

He was small, slight, as strong as coiled steel wire. His skin and cloak were dappled a shadowy, shifting blue-grey. As he put back his cowl with one thin hand, Fuller gasped, Lugan swore softly. Neither man was a stranger to cybernetic enhancement – but they had never seen anything like this.

This couldn’t be human.

The little man’s face was savage, sharp-cheeked and gleeful. His skin was the same dark mottle – it seemed to be actually part of his flesh. Across it slashed a nightmare sneer – a black-lipped, black-toothed grin. But his eyes

Black, blacker than pits, featureless and soulless, too large for his thin face. They were inhuman, alien – reminiscent of too many horror movies. Somewhere in their depths, there was the cold, blue glitter of an optical scan.

Even as the men stared, the skin-mottle was changing. Seeping, spreading. In a moment, it had flowed to the greys and reds of the surrounding buildings, the blue flicker of the distant laser-show. Camouflaged perfectly against his background, the little man was almost impossible to see. Belatedly, Lugan tried his ocular heatseeker, tried to see weaponry and cybernetics; somehow he was not surprised when the man had no visible body temperature.

“You’re the ‘Ecko’,” Fuller said.

“The ‘G’ is silent.” The sprite-grin was pure malice.He was a flicker, a fragment of nightmare; his empty black eyes as cold as blades. There was no mercy in his smile. “Last night… was a little ‘illustration’ – ”

“You lookin’ for attention?” Lugan said. “Or you lookin’ for bidders?”

The face turned from Lugan to Fuller and back.

“Maybe I’m lookin’ for asylum.”

“No shit.” Lugan said.

“You’re killin’ me. Look, you’re kinda infamous round here – most bad guys know to stay outta your face. Take me in – turn me in. I’m the fuckin’ phantom fireworker and y’got me cold – whatcha gonna do?”

Fuller? Profile? Lugan said.

Tamarlaine Benjamin Gabriel, aka the ‘Ecko’. Age: 32. Address: no fixed abode; suspected tunnel rat, Southwark area. No smartcard on record, no P.I.N. Criminal record: streetkid stuff; nothing after age 17. Collator says that, as of 19:00 hours, no one is yet wanted in connection with last night’s explosion.

But Bob fuckin’ Pilgrim, for gawdsakes! Lugan said.

Tell the Boss we’ve got Pilgrim’s nemesis – it’s a major blow to them, Lugan, big kudos.

Big risk, y’mean. If ’e gets found…

He’s just the ‘Echo’. He’s got no criminal record to speak of – he doesn’t get found!

Unless he wants to be?

Self-evident. Fuller glanced at his commander and shrugged.

Lugan pulled out a dog-end. He stuck it between his lips, paused for a moment and spat it out again. From somewhere across the river, the laser-show danced on the glowering clouds.

It began to rain, drops of fat, filthy water.

“All right, all right, I’ll speak to the Boss,” Lugan said. “You, us, here, same time, tomorrow. And gimme back my lighter!”

Ecko tilted his head, his attention flicked from one man to the other and his black grin remained. “Do your research, guys. Then here. Tomorrow.”

“Aren’t you going to tell us to come alone? No tricks?” Fuller asked.

With a snort, Ecko slid his hood back into place. “You try whatever you like.” He took a pace away, two; the chrome glint of Lugan’s lighter held in his hand. “But I’m keepin’ your kit – you get it back if you play nice.” He flicked a flame, like a farewell.

As Lugan blinked to clear the rain from his eyes, the little man was gone – faded into the London night until only the fire remained.

Just an echo.

Copyright ©2013 by Danie Ware

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Danie Ware is the publicist and event organiser for cult entertainment retailer Forbidden Planet. She has worked closely with a wide-range of genre authors and has been immersed in the science-fiction and fantasy community for the past decade. An early adopter of blogging, social media and a familiar face at conventions, she appears on panels as an expert on genre marketing and retailing.

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Joe Parrish
1. oshvat
Sounds interesting and the mix of Science fiction and mystery work so well together.
Tatiana deCarillion
3. decarillion
Reminds me a bit aof Continuum--Kiera's CMR, etc. but sounds much darker!
Katherine Marion
6. stitchkat
Reads interesting. This little bit left me wanting more.
Joshua Atkins
8. atkinsj
Wow. Great concept. I look forward to reading it. Thanks for the giveaway!
Tabitha Jensen
9. pabkins
Oh wow this one sounds awesome! Tech Bod mods - I wonder what I would want enhanced haha - count me in!
Joanne Mielczarski
10. jtmswim
So I want to find out what being human is all about.
Erin Hartshorn
11. ErinMH
"The 'G' is silent."
Love this! Would love to read the whole book.
Jane Schwarz
12. Janeschwarz
Sounds like a great read. Thank you for the opportunity to win a copy.
erin f
17. efender1
sounds fantastic! Thanks for sharing!
Deborah Dumm
21. deb730
Can't wait to read this it sounds excellent!!!!!!!!
24. mosaix
Beware of brain and body modifications! Yes!
vicki wurgler
25. bison61
catapulted across dimensions-sounds great!
Jennifer Beers
27. jlb226
Wow, this looks like a fascinating read!!
Johanna Bouchard
29. JMB89
sounds cool! thanks for the giveaway!! :)
Anita Yancey
31. yellowrose29
Sounds like a great read, and very interesting. Love to read it. Thanks for this chance.
Tiffany Duncan
32. Zoeypeacock
I've never read this author. Looks really good.
Julia Eddy
34. juedy
So much to read, I must make time!
Deanna Stillings
35. reader123
This is a different but interesting read.
Laurie Rozgonyi
39. loriroz
Sounds very interesting! Grabbed my attention!
Jeffrey Malis
40. bravejam
Thanks for the excerpt and the opportunity! Looking forward to reading more...
babs allen
41. babsji
sounds interesting, would love to read.
susan beamon
42. susanbeamon
This has an excellent start. Don't know how the dimensional shift is going to fit in, but a very interesting concept. I like it.
Mary Ann Brady
43. mirahana
Sounds really interesting. Would love to read it all.
44. Jacqueline P.
Sounds like a great read!
Rosemary Krejsa
50. grandpa5
an interesting view point. The book should be a good read.
Charles Fraker
51. CharlieF
Sounds like my kind of book. Pick Me, Pick Me!!
Thanks for the contest.
52. maryc
Very interesting - thanks for the giveaway!
Donna Bruno
55. dlbawiles
Reads like the beginning of a great new series!
Donna Bruno
56. dlbawiles
Okay, I read that wrong, it's not a series; rather a single book. Still looks to be a good one!
Bruce Hamilton
58. deerwalker
a little bit different could be really good

Yasmin Salcedo
59. Masmin
Interesting premise...looks promising this book.
60. Neroon
Two of my favorite book subjects scifi and mystery. Count me in.
Susan Mahaffey
62. Smbirds
What an intriguing mix of sci fi and mystery! I'm hooked! Want to read this!
Steven Wilber
64. dragonreader
This one sounds really interesting. Count me in.
John Maline
67. jpmaline
OK, I'm ready to give this one a shot!
David Vinther
68. dvinther
sounds like a pretty cool premise. i'll have to check this one out
Judith Barnes
Science Fiction/Thriller! It sounds like a great combination. I want to read it.
70. tvc15
Sounds great. I'd love to read it.
charles weaver
71. bweaverinbox
Wow - very cool sounding concept.
Looking forward to reading this one!
Phoenix Vie
72. Phoenix
As a long-time science fiction fan, it's a treat to see you highlighting a book that crosses genres.
Marisa Young
77. Risa
Sounds like a good book to read.
Cindi Hoppes
78. CindiHoppes
This author is new to me...The story line is fabulous!
Many thanks, Cindi
suzy levin
79. bookgirl
Thanks for the giveaway! This sounds great!
81. vampiredud11
hope to read this!
Shaunterria Owens
84. shaunterria
Another great-sounding read, I'm looking forward to reading it.
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