Lawrence Miles

Constituting the largest reference work on "Doctor Who" ever written, the six-volume "About Time" strives to become the ultimate reference guide to the world’s longest-running science fiction program. Written by Lawrence Miles ("Faction Paradox") and long-time sci-fi commentator Tat Wood, "About Time" focuses on the continuity of "Doctor Who" (its characters, alien races and the like), but also ex...

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 hi...

From up here you can see it all, hear it all, taste most of it and feel the rest when the electric lights and the satellite signals prickle against your skin. The town, from midnight to six, marked out in headlights and the flash-fire of a culture in War-time. Seance-messages written in the patterns of the road signs, and ghost-transmissions scrambled into the background noise of the traffic. Anim...

Five years ago, Sam Jones was just a schoolgirl from Shoreditch. Of course, that was before she met up with the Doctor and found out that he entire life had been stage-managed by a time-traveling 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-fash...

They call it the Dead Frontier. It's 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 own past and his own future on the Frontier, another finds himself on Earth in 1996, where the seeds of the Empire are only just being sown.

'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 desparate, dying, 23-year-old human being who's just had the whole of history taken away from her. To whoever's out...