Novels
Nitcentral's Bulletin Brash Reflections:
Doctor Who:
Novels
'There were two kinds of darkness. It was one of those things that children always forgot, the moment they were old enough and big enough to reach the light-switch.
The ordinary kind, the dull kind, came and went night-by-night; just a backcloth, big and black and wet, colouring in the sky and framing the city lights outside the bedroom window. It was the other kind you had to watch out for, the kind that lived at the back of the cupboard and in the mystical dimension behind the sofa, the kind that kept secrets, that swallowed lost toys and hinted at futures you could only ever half-understand. True darkness. Monster darkness.
And when Roslyn Forrester looked up, that was the colour of the sky.'
Endless drivel and the occasional masterpiece were churned out by Virgin and the BBC in an unsuccessful attempt to plug/cash-in on the gaping hole in our lives left by the destruction of our favourite programme. The new series has now rendered such novels non-canonical but has spawned its own best-selling (if mediocre) bunch of kiddie-books.