Gillian Philip was born in Glasgow and has been writing all her life, starting with short but frenetic novels about Captain Scarlet and The Man From UNCLE (having massive crushes on both). She has worked as a barmaid, theatre usherette, record store assistant, radio presenter, typesetter, and political assistant to a parliamentary candidate. While living in Barbados, where her steadiest job was as a singer in an Irish bar, she took up writing professionally, and wrote many short stories for women’s magazines. In 2001 she moved back to Scotland, and now lives in Morayshire with her husband Ian, twins Lucy and Jamie, and Oscar, the fastest terrier in the west.
It wasn't unusual that Bishop Todd - what was left of him - was wearing his cassock. It was an affectation of his. Famous for it, and he liked to be recognised, did Bishop Todd. Bet he was regretting it now, wherever he was. If somebody came after you with a big rock it wouldn't be easy to run away in a cassock.
The Bishop's hands were pale and bloated, and his fingers reminded me of grubs you might turn up underneath a rock, a rock that hadn't been moved for a long time. Those hands seemed to me the most horrific thing about him. They were worse than his face, worse even than his head. The protruding leg was pale too, whiter than white and blotched blue and grey, scattered with spiky hairs, puffy at the ankles around the tightly-laced walking boot. It was ugly but it wasn't as horrible as his grub-hands. 'What are we going to do?' Ming stood up and stared down thoughtfully at the Thing.
I stared at him. 'What do you mean, what are we going to do?'
Bad Faith
Paperback
Isbn: 978-1-905537-08-2
Published October 2nd 2008
£6.99
A murderously sinister dystopian satire.
Life’s easy for Cassandra. The privileged daughter of a rector, she’s been protected from the extremist gangs who enforce the One Church’s will.
Her boyfriend Ming is a bad influence, of course, with infidel parents who are constantly in trouble with the religious authorities. But Cass has no intention of letting their different backgrounds drive them apart.
Then they stumble across a corpse.
What killed him? How did his body end up in their secret childhoold haunt? And is this man’s death connected to other, older murders?
As the political atmosphere grows feverish, Cass realises she and Ming face extreme danger.