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Today I’m on the ‘The Book of Skulls’ blogtour, organised by Love Books Tour.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but b
About the Author :
David Hutchison was brought up in the Scottish Highlands. He worked for many years as a fisherman, crofter, DJ and self-taught artist.
His children’s book Storm Hags was shortlisted for the Kelpie Prize. He’s had several short stories published in anthologies (New Writing Scotland, Read By Dawn) and on BBC radio. He is also a filmmaker. He wrote and directed the sci-fi feature Graders, and comedy/meta-horror Baobhan Sith.
He has just completed The Book of Skulls, a BAME and LBQT story of hidden identity and murder, inspired by Edinburgh’s murky medical history.
Last year he put on the exhibition Medical Inspirations, celebrating the 150th anniversary of the Edinburgh Seven; the first group of women to matriculate at a British university.
He is currently working on Kore, a supernatural novel where a bank clerk is contacted through her new hearing aid by her dead girlfriend. He also teaches a class in scriptwriting and is hoping to do some online class in the autumn.
A Victorian tale of gender-bending, hidden identity, obsession and gruesome murder, set in Edinburgh’s Old Town.
1875. Liz Moliette; a poor orphan of unknown heritage, and Amulya Patel; from a wealthy Indian family, are the only female students at the Edinburgh Medical School, where a hostile attitude towards women is driven by Professor Atticus. However Liz and Amulya have allies in fellow student Campbell Preeble, The Reekie reporter Hector Findlay and the charming Dr Paul Love.
In dire need of funds, Liz becomes assistant to gruff lecturer and police surgeon Dr Florian Blyth. When a series of grisly murders take place the doctor and Liz help Inspector Macleod in his investigation, which leads to the Edinburgh Asylum, the Burry Man festival and the quack science of phrenology.
The search for the killer comes dangerously close to Liz as she uncovers her own family secrets.
The first book in the Doctresses series.
Quite a few Pernods later… Henri was having a great evening, here in his favourite Scottish pub, and it looked like he was going to get laid too. She was giving him the eye; that pretty mademoiselle across the bar; raven black hair and revealing red dress. She winked again, and then strode purposely off out of the bar.
Henri quickly downed his Pernod and rushed out after her. The street was empty. Where had she gone? He went down Quayside Lane. Ah! There! He caught a glimpse of her red dress as she turned off up another lane. Henri rushed up to the entrance. A bit dark. Eh bien! He knew well enough what he was getting. He strutted up the lane like a cockerel in a henhouse. She was leaning against a doorway, half-way up. He strode up to her and staggered slightly. He grinned. She pulled him close to her.
“Mon bijou!” said Henri and kissed her. He put one arm around her waist and with the other reached down to pull up her petticoats.
“Oh sir!” gasped the woman as she stroked her hands across his shaved head.
Suddenly Henri was grabbed from behind. Strong hands twisted around his throat. He tried to push the assailant off. He attempted to plead with the woman for help, but he couldn’t speak. She just stood there and looked back at him.
“For God’s sake Lachie do it quickly!” said the woman, Bridy Scott. She stepped aside as her man, Lachie Merry; a face bearing the visual
and mental scars of an ex-soldier, squeezed harder on Henri’s neck. The Frenchman kicked out in a last desperate attempt at freedom.
“Bastard!” shouted Lachie as Henri’s boot connected with an old war wound on his shin. Lachie gave Henri’s neck a cracking twist. The Frenchman sunk dead to the pavement.
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