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Max and Mick are two brothers who’ve just moved away from home. In the city for the first time, they try to make it big while dealing with rent, local criminals, work, the authorities, their own propensity for getting into trouble, and each other. Also, they’re mages. . . .
The mysterious doings in the Hotel St Crispian. Crime, lust, gossip, fear, tedium and mystery. Lots of cocktails and cigarettes. With colored pictures. . . .
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Whodunit140 is experimental fiction using the twitter.com website as a publishing medium. The novel is written and SMSed to twitter everyday. Each instalment fits tightly into the 140 character limit of the Twitter system. Whodunit140 is a comedy detective novel set in London, UK. . . .
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Eelsvale: Population 1,355. Magic: Some. Sally Carter writes the fiction column in The Eelsvale Pages, but is a little low on weekly originality. Then she meets Detective Hood, recently turned freelance (reasons unknown). He has bit of a reputation, and a knack, for trouble, and doesn’t seem to mind her company (or else he probably wouldn’t keep turning . . .
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A year has passed since Gare Marx started his new firm, and he’s barely scraping by as an unlicensed PI. After crossing the wrong billionaire, his scam is about to be exposed . . . unless he does a job for free. What job? Recover a priceless jewel: the infamous Scarlet Lemming. . . .
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Gare Marx has been a PI for all of five minutes when he discovers he sucks at it. The mob wants money he never borrowed, he’s suspected of murdering someone he hasn’t met, and he’s hired to find a woman who may be involved in some extremely shady business. That, and his secretary is an amoral jiu jitsu-loving sociopath. . . .
“Fisson Chips” is quirky, madcap romp about a new PI having a very bad first day. Gare Marx started a private investigating business with his partner Matthew Richardson. When Gare shows up for work, the guy painting the sign on the door refuses to finish until he gets more money. This starts a chain of events that ends with broken [more . . .]
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I appreciate any time that a story, regardless of the scope or detail of its world, is willing to dispense with weighty exposition and trusts its reader enough to drop into scene immediately. "Sally Carter," named for its narrator, manages to do this in the [more . . .]