Omega by Nev Fountain
A strange telepathic message prompts the Doctor to travel to the 'Sector of Forgotten Souls', a place where, thousands of years ago, Omega's ship vanished whilst detonating a star.
He's not the only one journeying towards it. 'Jolly Chronolidays' prides itself on giving its tourists an experience of galactic history that is far better than mere time travel.
Its motto is 'We don't go into history, we prefer to bring history to you'.
When Omega's ship suddenly materialises in front of their shuttle, and one of their employees goes insane and tries to destroy his hands... suddenly it's not just a motto anymore.
And Omega - and his madness - is closer than they think.
Davros by Lance Parkin
"TAI stock has shot up by over fifteen per cent on news that galaxy-famous scientist Davros, controversial creator of the Daleks, has been hired to work on unspecified technological projects."
Davros has been given the chance to redeem himself.
Humanity stands on the verge of a new era, but it needs the help of the galaxy's greatest-ever scientist. But Davros is dead... isn't he?
From the bunkers and shelters of ancient Skaro to the gleaming Domes of the Future Earth Empire, Davros has always been a man of destiny. Now he's working for mankind's benefit. But how much do we really know about Davros?
Has Davros really turned over a new leaf? The Doctor certainly doesn't think so. But is the Doctor always right?
Master by Joseph Lidster
Many years ago, on a dark and stormy night, the disfigured and enigmatic Doctor John Smith invited his closest friends, Inspector Victor Schaeffer and his wife, Jacqueline, to a dinner to celebrate his birthday. A few hours later all the occupants in that house had been changed, some were dead, others mentally scarred forever by the events of that night.
So, what happened to the distinguished dinner guests on that evening? Perhaps, we'll never know. But two clues have led to much speculation found outside the study window, a charred umbrella with a curved red handle and found inside the house, a blood-stained copy of Stevenson's The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde.
For one person, this night represented an ending: an ending to one thousand years of darkness and an ending to ten years of light.
But, for everyone else, is there no end to this one night of Hell?
