Richard Evans

Dick Evans, also known as Richard Evans is, a dual-service (Army Navy) veteran who unforturnately had his career cut short due to a serious accident and was forced to retire early. He currently resides in Middletown, Ohio. He almost finished college at Miami University (Oxford,Oh) except that the first Gulf War interfered with his last semester and somehow he never went back except for sports games.

Stuck between a rock and a migraine most of the time, he finds the time to make his fingers hit the keyboard and knock out a few stories every now and then. He's known for his wicked and odd sense of humor, and devotion to chocolate in its darkest forms.

He hopes one day to be a full time Baen Author, but is quite happy these days due to getting published in the Grantville Gazette. He, like many writers, is owned by two cats who seem have plans to take over the world. Until they encounter a new catnip toy and forget everything else, that is.

He grew up in South America, most of the time spent in Brazil and some spent in Sweden. He is not responsible for you burning any food while reading his stories, but he is willing to trade recipes.

Rumors that when the going gets tough he seeks the solace of chocolate and bubble baths are unfounded, no matter what his editors say.

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Dog Days

Dog Days

Spring 1632, Grantville, Thuringia, Germany, early morning Old Pete sat in his favorite spot and huffed out a breath of air that made his mouth flap comfortably. He laid his head down onto his paws and watched the streets through the white wooden pickets of the porch...
The Launcher

The Launcher

Bern, Swiss Confederacy, Early Spring, 1634 "Will this spot work?" "Looks high enough." A few steps toward the edge of the cliff let Peter gaze down toward the ever—but slowly—growing lake below. The lake, cut out of the fast-flowing River Aare, had been...
The Order of the Foot

The Order of the Foot

Grantville Police Department Offices A Monday morning, early winter 1634 "We've had another complaint about Bigfoot, Chief. This time over by the fairgrounds where the locals store their flocks before they can be sold and then processed at the slaughterhouse." Officer...
Capacity For Harm

Capacity For Harm

Belfort, Franche Comté, 1633 “So, Herr Doctor Lebenenergie. You designed this yourself?” “Not exactly, Commissioner Vaden.” Tomas cursed himself for ever thinking that coming to Belfort would be profitable. He knew that Franche Comté was rife with...
Thunder in the Mountains

Thunder in the Mountains

Bern , Swiss Confederacy, Midwinter, 1634 The Inn of the Sleeping Mule "Thomas, are you sure this'll work? Those illustrated magazines of yours may have been explicit enough for you, but I've never seen a cannon with two open ends before. How does it fire and what are...