Product Description

When 400-year-old tribal mummies inexplicably return to life and begin murdering tourists on an exotic alien island, the Doctor's initial urge to investigate lands himself, Jamie and Victoria right in the middle of a jungle holocaust. Ferocious cannibals and deadly beasts stalk the swamps, mummies lurk amongst the trees and the peaceful, civilised locals are reverting to long-forgotten head-hunting practices. Something is giving a clarion call to savagery, something that can only be found in the deepest darkness at the heart of the hostile rainforest. It could well be the end of the river for the Tardis companions as they find themselves involved in a horrific jungle conflict between desperate guerrilla tribesmen and merciless colonial forces. Cannibalism could be the least of their worries as evil stirs the pot and the dead reach for the living...

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #691191 in Books
• Published on: 2002-07-01
• Original language: English
• Number of items: 1
• Binding: Paperback
• 288 pages

Customer Reviews

oh my goodness!
Doctor? What's wrong?

Oh Jamie, it's terrible! We've landed in the middle of a sixth doctor story! All this gore and violence...well, it would suit him down to a tee, but it's not my style at all!

Oh aye doctor? That's a bit of a shame, isn't it? This Lewis chap can write a bit, and he's clearly got a lot of life experience to draw on

And that's the problem, Jamie, isn't it? He's spending so much time writing about what he knows that we barely get a look in. A bit of a pity really. He is a very vivid writer. He just needs to produce a book that fits the era and uses the main characters better. And he might be capable of it because he writes us splendidly!

Help! I'm the Doctor... Get me out of here!
What I like about this book is that it strays totally from previous Dr Who novels. It is Doctopalypse Now: war, death, jungle natives and cannibalism reigns supreme in this eclectic offering from Lewis, and not a whiff of sci-fi snobbery. It's been written for fun and there's a swashbuckling feel to the whole thing. There is rollocking good fun to be found between the canopy and the bloodsoaked floor.

It does tend to meander as though lost in the jungle through much of the central section; staggering wildly between one set piece and the next, but the characters a well defined, and the sense of atmosphere is as thick as fanboy's bedroom and this alone makes it stand out from the rest.

I'd be interested if Mick Lewis wrote another to perhaps finish off the anarchic trilogy he seems to be creating. I'd be more interested to know if the BBC would let him.

The Horror, the Horror...

Oh dear Jamie
It's not so much the gratuitous violence that bugs me about this original Doctor Who novel but more that Mick Lewis, like many writers who've attempted to create stories for The Second Doctor, has absolutely no idea how to do this properly. Patrick Troughton's era was a gentle and whimsical one and not bloody and violent; well the violence was at least subtle! This novel is a bit of a mess and I couldn't wait to get through it - definitely for completists only.