I am a guest on the latest episode of the Doctor Who podcast We're All Stories in the End. Host Iain Martin and I discuss Jim Mortimore's Beltempest, his BBC Eighth Doctor Adventures tale published in 1998.
This is the second time I've talked about this novel on a podcast so now I am an expert. Ha!
Sunrise came to the new world in a kaleidoscopic iteration of life.
Things that might have been birds or fish flapped or swam through the air. They made a sound that was indescribable. It might have been laughter or machine noise. No one could tell. More life crawled and flapped across the surface. Again, no one could tell if this life was vegetable or animal - motile seeds seeking fertile ground or animals seeking to evade a vegetable predator. The world was a circus mirror of a real world, one in which the reflecting surface was constantly evolving, unbending, flattening with time, before assuming some new, evolutionary kink.
The rain stopped, then started again. The clouds changed colour as volcanic gases emerged to mingle with the sunlight. Yellow blotches of sulphur appeared on the ground. Some of them had legs and fled from the approaching heavy tread of the medics' starsuits.
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