Doctor Who Books: BBC EDA & PDA Novels

The TARDIS lands in the sleepy English Village of Marpling, as calm and peaceful as any other village in the 1930s. Or so it would seem at first glance. But the village is about to get a rude awakening.

'You know me then?' asked the Doctor, a little tentatively. 'You're the Doctor,' replied Fitz, a slight frown worming its way on to his forehead. 'Yes, yes, yes, The Doctor, of course I am.' The Doctor smiled, genuinely pleased to see the familiar face of Fitz, even if for the moment he couldn't quite put a name to it. 'But, er, Doctor Who?' he added, hopefully.

The Doctor and Sam arrive on Proxima II, one of the earliest planets colonised in humanity's first big push into space. But instead of a brave new world, they find a settlement rife with superstition and unrest.

The Doctor's home planet of Gallifrey has been destroyed. The Time Lords are dead, their TARDISes annihilated. The man responsible has been tracked down and lured to Earth in the year 2005, where there will be no escape. But Earth has other problems - a mysterious signal is being received, a second moon appears in the sky, and a primordial alien menace waits to be unleashed...

Dorsill: a group of islands shrouded in fog, the community facing economic ruin - struggling to survive.

From a ruined world at the end of time, the vicious Sild make preperations to conquer the past, and rewrite history. But to do it they will need to enslave an interllect greater than their own...

"Things go missing on Heritage. It's one of the hazards of living here. One of the many hazards."

'Danger is my middle name,' Ace said. 'Or it would be if I had more than one. I can look after myself these days, you know.'

The leaders on planet Earth think that the Magnate is a mysterious 'shadow Government' that controls the world. It isn't. The leaders believe the Network to be a ramshackle, paranoid outfit of European anarchists who will eventually blow themselves up. They won't. The leaders believe that if there are humans who can control things with their minds - ESPnets - they're few and far between, and not worth worrying about. They're wrong. The leaders believe that one minute after midnight on 31 December 1993, a new year, full of promise, will begin. They're wrong.