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The Life and Times of Dick Richards: Private Eye (and Other People Too)
The Life and Times of Dick Richards: Private Eye (and Other People Too)
Series · 2 books · 2012-2017
By
Chris Wong Sick Hong
Books in series
#1
Dick Richards
2012
"A fun and quirky adventure - Chris Wong Sick Hong is an author to watch!" - Patricia Briggs
Does saving the world count if you do it out of spite?
They call me a dick because I am one: Dick Richards, Private Eye. Tour guides and politicians up for reelection crow about how Tipton’s “majestic skyscrapers paint a living mosaic of light against the edges of space,” blissfully ignorant of the Under seeping through society’s cracks like fluorescent mold. Elves, dwarves, superheroes…everyone’s got secrets and what’s a little blackmail among associates? That’s just life. And while there isn’t enough cash in the universe to pay for knight-in-shining-armor suicide missions, there are lines. Tap dance across those—firebomb my apartment and kill my friends—and now it’s personal. Some compare me to Harry Harrison’s Stainless Steel Rat or Jim Butcher’s Harry Dresden. An AI thinks I’m like Tom Rob Smith’s Child 44. One Tom, one Dick, two-and-a-half Harrys. The after-school special damn near writes itself. But do you really need to be told what to think? Buy or don't. I don't have time to babysit.
#2
Dick Richards
2017
I’ve been out of shits to give for so long I don’t even remember what they smell like. Still, one mistake later and I’m trapped on a dead magic world with no future. I won’t either if I don’t find a way out. Xenophobia, ancient cities crumbling under broken domes, endless wind intent on scouring the planet clean, and no one who remembers how to use what technology is left. This civilization is dying and the rumors of war are just more whispers from a hungry void. I might have to choose sides to survive, but what’s one more tomb in a universe of graveyards? Everything dies. I just need to keep reminding myself these aren’t
my
problems. Some people compare me to Harry Harrison’s Stainless Steel Rat or Jim Butcher’s Harry Dresden. At least one AI thinks I’m like Tom Rob Smith’s Child 44. One Tom, one Dick and two-and-a-half Harrys. The after-school special damn near writes itself. But do you really need someone you’ve never met to tell you what to think? Buy or don’t. I’ve got better things to do than babysit.
Author
Chris Wong Sick Hong
Author · 2 books