After much speculation and anticipation, the War Doctor charity anthology Seasons of War is almost ready for release.
For those who’ve missed it, Seasons Of War - Tales From A Time War is a Doctor Who fiction anthology and film, an unofficial project, raising money for the Charity Caudwell Children.
The collection will feature work by a who’s who of Doctor Who writers – including names such as Lance Parkin, Gary Russell, David A. McIntee, Jim Mortimore, John Peel, Kate Orman, Jenny Colgan, Paul Magrs, George Mann, Matthew Sweet and Andrew Smith.
With the excellent trailer for the accompanying film already available, created by Andy Robinson and with original music by Timo Peach, excitement is building for both instalments, ten teasers having been released alongside a text extract , set photos, an audio reading by Osgood herself Ingrid Oliver and more.
Trailer
Teasers
A Time Teddy? What's all this about, then? pic.twitter.com/1uzTHB3FHm
— Seasons of War (@DWSeasonsofWar) January 4, 2015
1. “What happened on Karn was unforgivable but necessary. I’m sorry. There could be no witnesses.”
2. Booyakasha! (Curious and curiouser)
3. The Army of TARDIS
4. “If you’re going to rummage around in my head without asking, be careful what you find there. I don’t use that name. Not any more.”
5. The Two (Non) Doctors.
6. 800 years old at the end, over a thousand at the beginning. That’s war for you.
7. Rassilon’s return will make you sick.
8. “Call me Foreman”.
9. Nothing at the end of the lane. A good omen.
10. Shooting, stabbing, poisoning, death by a sentient second-heart… Welcome to hell.
Audio Extract
An audio trailer for the book featuring a reading from the lovely @ingridoliver100, alias the equally lovely Osgood: https://t.co/6bwALWuXM5
— Seasons of War (@DWSeasonsofWar) January 5, 2015
Text Extract
…and he looked at his reflection and said: “Doctor no more”.
Ohila of the Sisterhood Of Karn regarded him as he studied his new face. She noted that he did so, not with curiosity, but with a sort of cursory, functional glance. An appraisal. Like a Major inspecting a cadets uniform. He turned to her.
“My TARDIS?”
“Beyond the wreckage. When the gunship crashed, it materialised on the far side of the tundra.”
He looked at Cass, her dead body lying on the mortuary-slab-like-rock, her youth and fire extinguished.
“You’ll bury her”
Ohila noted that is wasn’t a request. An order.
“Yes, Lord.” she nodded in deference.
“In which case, I’ll be off.” he said. He adjusted the bandolier slung across his chest, and began to walk westwards. However, after a few steps, he stopped and turned. His black eyes met Ohila’s.
“You’ll tell no one of this.” he said. Again, not a request.
“Who would we tell?” Ohila replied, keeping her voice steady. “The Universe is in its dying days and time itself threatens to collapse, fold and crumple taking all history with it.”
“If the Daleks come..?”
“Then they will come. They will learn nothing from us. Nor will the Time Lords.”
He laughed then. Hollow and bitter.
“The Time Lords are the least of your worries, Mother Superior.”
“You mock still, Doctor.” Ohila replied.
“THAT IS NOT MY NAME!” he screamed with a ferocity so intense that Ohila, and the remnants of the Sisterhood present, fancied they felt the very ground beneath them tremble. Then, in a quieter, almost whispered, timbre: “Not my name.”
Ohila, determined not to appear cowed before her sisters, drew on her centuries of meditative study, took a deep breath and approached the new born Gallifreyan.
“I should hope, Time Lord,” she began, her voice low and steady so as not to seem to reprimand. “That this anger is a sign of post-regenerative stress rather than a true indication of the man you have become.”
The Time Lord considered this. Briefly.
“Whatever you put in that potion,” he replied. “By whichever strange augmentation or perversion of Time Lord science you developed that made my regeneration thus, I can safely say that the hangover is practically non-existent. I can, for once, see absolutely clear. I know what I must do. And I know what must happen. If my anger shocks you, then you have only your own manipulations to blame. You could have left me for dead, like the girl…the girl…”
The Time Lord shook his head in frustration. Already, he had forgotten.
“Cass” said Ohila, gently.
“A name,” he spat. “Another damned name. And what are names, pray, when the universe stands at the precipice?”
“Yet you can save it. You can save us.” Ohila said, her deep blue eyes beseeching him.
The Time Lord looked up at the stars, sniffed the air, closed his eyes and smiled. It was not an appealing smile.
“The Universe, yes.” he said, opening his eyes and meeting Ohila’s gaze. “You? Unfortunately not.”
Ohila took a step back. Was the Time Lord mocking her once again?
“There’s a Dalek ship, a Skaro Dreadnought, just pulling into orbit around Karn.” he said, his face now serious and his jaw held tight. “They must’ve detected the TARDIS, you see?”
Ohila looked up at the night sky and, sure enough, saw the pinprick yellow lights, arranged in a circle like carriages on a Ferris wheel, hovering on high, obscuring part of Karn’s second moon, making a crescent.
“I did tell you, Sister, that the Time Lords are the least of your worries.” he said. Not cruelly, but sadly.
“Can you help us?”
Set Photos
#SeasonsofWar sneak: Looks like there's an important scene being filmed here… if only our director had turned left! pic.twitter.com/qj45KxFCUZ
— Seasons of War (@DWSeasonsofWar) January 3, 2015
Okay, you want another photo? Here are some of our extras lined up to cheer on a certain hero of war. More tomorrow! pic.twitter.com/GkY7JD5IbS
— Seasons of War (@DWSeasonsofWar) January 3, 2015
The wounds of war! You may have last seen @Kittigirl667 getting cheesed by a tricksy Cyberman in Nightmare in Silver. pic.twitter.com/cc9fu6XlaE
— Seasons of War (@DWSeasonsofWar) January 4, 2015
Some snaps of our parade-ground extras taken by Rick Stear. Here are Mark, John, Phill, Chase, Correy and Hypatia. pic.twitter.com/FyJr91QI83
— Seasons of War (@DWSeasonsofWar) January 5, 2015
Filming in @PoltimoreHouse, a wonderful historic estate in need of renovation. Help out at http://t.co/QEtPvY77O1. pic.twitter.com/Mp01KqbTPO
— Seasons of War (@DWSeasonsofWar) January 6, 2015
Some of the #SeasonsofWar team at Braunton Burrows. Some weren't invested in doing a "Doctor Who pose" as others…! pic.twitter.com/19hnimR40q
— Seasons of War (@DWSeasonsofWar) January 6, 2015
To receive the digital ebook version, you can visit www.justgiving.com/declan-may1 to donate (leaving your email address) or you can wait to donate a set amount for the print edition. The digital edition will be released in January 2015, along with the film. The details for the pre-order of the limited print edition will be released, initially, to those who have already donated, in January 2015 and then to the general public afterwards. Seasons Of War is a Chinbeard Books publication, edited by Declan May.
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