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Shoreditch, London, 1963. Two teachers follow an unnervingly knowledgeable schoolgirl to her home

– a blue police telephone box in the middle of a scrapyard. The old man whom the girl calls

‘grandfather’ is annoyed at the intrusion: there is something he has to do, and he has a premonition that he will be delayed for some time . . .

Six regenerations later the Doctor returns; and Ace, his travelling companion, sees London as it was before the Sixties started swinging – and long before she was born.

But a Grey Dalek is lurking in Foreman’s Yard; Imperial Daleks are appearing in the basement of Coal Hill School; and both factions want the Hand of Omega, the Remote Stellar Manipulator that the Doctor has left behind. Has the Doctor arrived in time to deprive the Daleks of the secret of time travel?

ISBN 0-426-20337-2

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Science Fiction/TV Tie-in

DOCTOR WHO

REMEMBRANCE OF

THE

DALEKS

Based on the BBC television series by Ben Aaronovitch by arrangement with BBC Books, a division of BBC

Enterprises Ltd

BEN AARONOVITCH

Number 148 in the

Target Doctor Who Library

A TARGET BOOK

published by

The Paperback Division of

W. H. Allen & Co. PLC

A Target Book

Published in 1990

By the Paperback Division of

W.H. Allen & Co. Plc

Sekforde House, 175/9 St. John Street, London EC1V 4LL

Novelisation copyright © Ben Aaronovitch 1990

Original script copyright © Ben Aaronovitch 1989

‘Doctor Who’ series copyright © British Broadcasting Corporation 1989, 1990

The BBC producer of Remembrance of the Daleks was John Nathan-Turner

The director was Andrew Morgan

The role of the Doctor was played by Sylvester McCoy Typeset by Avocet Robinson, Buckingham Printed and bound in Great Britain by

Cox & Wyman Ltd, Reading

ISBN 0 426 20337 2

A CIP catalogue record is available from the British Library

This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed upon the subsequent purchaser.

CONTENTS

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

To Andrew who opened the door,

and Anna who pushed me through it.

I, that am curtail’d of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform’d, unfinish’d, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable

That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time.

Richard III, I, i

Prologue

The old man had a shock of white hair pulled back from a broad forehead; startling eyes glittered in a severe high-cheekboned face. Although he was stooped when he walked, his slim body hinted at hidden strengths. Light from the streetlamps, blurred by the gathering mist, glinted in the facets of the blue gem set in the ring on his finger.

He paused for bearings by a pair of gates on which the words:

I M FOREMAN

Scrap Merchant

were barely visible in the night, before carefully picking his way through the junkyard towards the police box at its centre.

A common enough sight in the England of the early 1960s, the dark blue police box was strangely out of place in the junkyard, and even more oddly, this one was humming. The old man stopped by its doors and reached into a pocket for the key.

‘There you are, grandfather,’ said a girl’s voice from inside.

His sharp hearing picked up a woman’s whispered response from behind him. ‘It’s Susan,’ said the woman.

The old man’s face creased with irritation as he sensed that he was

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