Online Book Reader

Home Category

Doctor Who_ The Room With No Doors - Kate Orman [0]

By Root 567 0
‘DEAR DOCTOR,’ WROTE CHRIS. ‘I GIVE UP.’

Swordplay, samurai, demons, magic, aliens, adventure, excitement. . . Who needs them?

The Doctor and Chris travel to sixteenth-century Japan, a country gripped by civil war as feudal lords vie for control. Anything could tip the balance of power. So when a god falls out of the sky, everyone wants it.

As villagers are healed and crops grow far too fast, the Doctor and Chris try to find the secret of the miracles – before two rival armies can start a war over who owns the god.

Chris soon finds himself alone – except for an alien slaver, a time-travelling Victorian inventor, a gang of demons, an old friend with suspicious motives, a village full of innocent bystanders, and several thousand samurai.

Without the Doctor, someone has to take up the challenge of adventure and stop the god falling into the wrong hands. Someone has to be a hero – but Chris isn’t sure he wants to be hero any more.

KATE ORMAN lives in Sydney, Australia. The Doctor has somehow survived her four previous New Adventures.

THE ROOM WITH


NO DOORS

Kate Orman

First published in Great Britain in 1997 by

Doctor Who Books

an imprint of Virgin Publishing Ltd

332 Ladbroke Grove

London W10 5AH

Copyright © Kate Orman 1997

The right of Russell T Davies to be identified as the Author of this Work has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

‘Doctor Who’ series copyright © British Broadcasting Corporation 1996

Cover illustration by Jon Sullivan

ISBN 0 426 20500 6

Typeset by Galleon Typesetting, Ipswich

Printed and bound in Great Britain by

Mackays of Chatham PLC

All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written 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 on the subsequent purchaser.

For the Doctor, and all his travel agents La mort nous parle d’une voix profonde pour ne rien dire.

Death’s got a deep voice, but nothing to say.

Paul Valery

Contents

First Slice: The killing sword

1

A better class of portentous dream

3

1: How to win

7

2: Blue-eyed samurai

15

The Room With No Doors

29

3: How to lose

31

4: Rescue (hopefully)

37

The Room With No Doors

47

5: Yes, but is it Kannon?

49

6: Flying Heads

59

7: Coffin cure

65

8: Waiting for the demons

69

In Penelope’s dream

85

9: Pigeon English

87

Second Slice: The life-giving sword

95

10: Changing direction

97

11: Sixteenth-century digital boy

105

12: Alienation

111

13: Manacle depression

119

14: The writing on the walls

123

15: Cat and mouse

133

16: Fourth-dimension dream

141

17: Time’s arrow

153

Scream of consciousness

159

Third Slice: No sword

161

18: Meanwhile, back at the monastery

163

Falling upwards

171

19: Needlessly Messianic

175

Unturtled

183

20: Half a cat is better than none

185

21: Out of the bag

193

22: Kami Chameleon

199

23: Life in linear time

201

24: Room for living

207

Thanks to:

213

First Slice

The killing sword

En largo camino paja pesa.

On a long journey, even a straw is heavy.

(Spanish proverb)

A better class of portentous dream

Christopher Rodonante Cwej opened his eyes.

He was in the Room With No Doors.

‘Oh no,’ he said. ‘Not again.’

He woke up.

Chris folded his arms behind his head and stared at the ceiling. ‘Whew.’

For a while he just listened to the soft thrumming of the TARDIS, a sound you didn’t hear so much as feel. He reached out a hand and pressed it against the white wall of the room, feeling that deep hum in his fingertips.

The space-time ship must have noticed his movement. Some ripples of light moved across the ceiling, like reflections in fish tank, He smiled. The TARDIS

could be pretty weird, but she took good care of

Return Main Page Next Page

®Online Book Reader