On February 9, 1783, a funeral was held in the tunnels of the dead heart of London.  It was the funeral of a warrior and a conjuror, a paladin and an oracle, the last of an ancient breed who'd once stood between the Earth and the bloodiest of its nightmares.

Her name was Scarlette.  Part courtesan, part sorceress, this is her history: the part she played in the Seige of Henrietta Street, and the scrifice she made in the defence of her world.

In the year leading up to that funeral, something raw and primal ate its way through human society, from the streets of pre-Revolutionary Paris to the slave-states of America.  Something that only the eighteenth century could have summoned, and against which the only line of defence was a bordello in Covent Garden.

And then there was Scarlette's accomplice, the 'elemental champion' who stood alongside her in the final battle.  The one thay called the Doctor.

On an island in the East Indies, in a lost city buried deep in the heart of the rainforest, agents of the most formidable powers in the galaxy are gathering. They have been invited there to bid for what could turn out to be the deadliest weapon ever created.

When the Doctor and Sam arrive in the city, the Time Lord soon realises they've walked into the middle of the strangest auction in history - and what's on sale to the highest bidder is something more horrifying than even the Doctor could have imagined, something that could change his life forever.

And just when it seems his life can't get any worse, the Doctor finds out who else is on the guest list…

CHRISTMAS ON A RATIONAL PLANET

AN ORIGINAL DOCTOR WHO NOVEL

'An end to history.  An end to certainty.  Is that too much to ask?'

December, 1799.  Europe is recovering from the Age of Reason, the Vatican is learning to live with Napoleon, and America is celebrating a new ara of independence.  But in New York State, something is spreading its own brand of madness through the streets.  Secret societies are crawling from the woodwork, and there's a Satanic conspiracy around every corner.

Roz Forrester is stranded in a town where festive cheer and random violence go hand-in-hand.  Chris Cwej is trapped on board the TARDIS with someone who's been trained to kill him.  And when Reason itself breaks down, even the Doctor can't be sure who or what he's fighting for.

Christmas is coming to town, and the end of civilization is following close behind...

LAWRENCE MILES feels the back cover will look a bit empty if he doesn't say something interesting about himself, especially now they've taken away the 'previously unexplored realms of space and time' bit.  He has a finite number of cats.

'All right, let's start with the basics. The world ended on the twelfth of October, Nineteen Seventy...'

I don't know why I'm writing this. It's not like anybody's going to read it. At least, nobody who cares about the fact that I'm a desperate, dying, 23-year-old human being who's just had the whole of history taken away from her.

To whoever's out there, to whatever's left, this is the way things were, just before the end. This is the story about the last days of London, about murder and love and waking up in the ruins, about all the people buried in the wreckage...

I'm lying, obviously. This is my story. This is what I was doing, when October the twelfth came. Because, let's face it, I'm the only one who really matters.

I'm the only one who got out alive.

'Mankind expects pain. However it appears to outsiders.'

Tyler's Folly: a colony world on the unattractive side of Earthspace, a planet wracked by earthquakes and crawling with off-world bodysnatchers. When the local authorities pull a bedraggled Professor Bernice Summerfield out of the ocean in an off-limits 'quake zone', they naturally want to know what she is doing there... but the professor can only mumble something about woolly mammoths and sabre-toothed tigers.

According to Bernice, the planet is hollow, its interior inhabited by warring tribes of cavemen and strangely unconvincing prehistoric monsters. Some dark and ancient god rules this underground kingdom — albeit a dark and ancient god with a penchant for thirties pulp adventures and Saturday morning action serials.

Can Bernice's claims be true? Is Tyler's Folly really under threat from an ageless subterranean horror? And why does so much of her story revolve around the utterly amoral alien known as !X...?

The Great Houses:
Immovable. Implacable. Unchanging. Old enough to pass themselves off as immortal, arrogant enough to claim ultimate authority over the Spiral Politic.

The Enemy:
Not so much an army as a hostile new kind of history. So ambitious it can re-write worlds, so complex that even calling it by its name seems to underestimate it.

Faction Paradox:
Renegades, ritualiists, saboteurs and subterfugers, the criminal-cult to end all criminal-cults, happy to be caught in the crossfire and ready to take whatever's needed from the wreckage... assuming the other powers leave behind a universe that's habitable.

The War:
A fifty-year-old dispute over the two most valuable territories in existence: "cause" and "effect".

Marking the first five decades of the conflict, The Book of the War is an A to Z of a self-contained continuum and a complete guide to the Spiral Politic, from the beginning of recordable time to the fall of humanity. Part story, part history and part puzzle-box, this is a chronicle of protocol and paranoia in a War where the historians win as many battles as the soldiers and the greatest victory of all is to hold on to your own past…

Five years ago, Sam Jones was just a schoolgirl from Shoreditch.  Of course, that was before she met up with the Doctor and discovered that her entire life had been stage-managed by a time-travelling voodoo cult.  Funny how things turn out, isn't it?

Now Sam's back in her own time, fighting the good fight in a world of political treachery, international subterfuge and good old-fashioned depravity.  But she's about to learn the first great truth of the universe: that however corrupt and amoral your own race may be, there's always someone in the galaxy that can make you look like a beginner.

Ms Jones has just become a minor player in a million-year-old power struggle… and as it happens, so has the Doctor.

Both of him, actually.

They call it the Dead Frontier.  Its as far from home as the human race ever went, the planet where mankind dumped the waste of its thousand year empire and left its culture out in the sun to rot.

But while one Doctor faces both his past and his future on the Frontier, another finds himself on Earth in 1996, where the seeds of the empire are only just being sown.  The past is meeting the present, cause is meeting effect, and the TARDIS crew is about to be caught in the crossfire.

The Third Doctor.  The Eighth Doctor.  Sam.  Fitz.  Sarah Jane Smith.  Soon, one of them will be dead; one of them will belong to the enemy; and one of them will be something less than human…