tailieunhanh - Doctor Who: Nightshade

All around the cluttered cloisters, musty rooms and high, vaulted halls there was a deep and tangible hush. The only light in the virtually impenetrable gloom was of a peculiarly pellucid green, spilling out feebly from every heavy wooden door and misaligned stone. Everywhere, there was a terrible sense of stagnancy, imbuing the whole place with a fetid, neglected atmosphere, as though some great cathedral had been flooded by a brackish lagoon. From out of the cobwebbed shadows emerged a little group of very old men, resplendent in their ornately decorated robes. | feedboo is Doctor Who Nightshade Gatiss Mark Published 1992 Categorie s Fiction Science Fiction Time travel Source http doctorwho classic ebooks 1 About Gatiss Mark Gatiss born 17 October 1966 is an English actor and writer. He is best known as a member of the comedy team The League of Gentlemen and is one of only three people to have both written for and acted in Doctor Who. Wikipedia Copyright Please read the legal notice included in this e-book and or check the copyright status in your country. Note This book is brought to you by Feedbooks http Strictly for personal use do not use this file for commercial purposes. 2 Prologue All around the cluttered cloisters musty rooms and high vaulted halls there was a deep and tangible hush. The only light in the virtually impenetrable gloom was of a peculiarly pellucid green spilling out feebly from every heavy wooden door and misaligned stone. Everywhere there was a terrible sense of stagnancy imbuing the whole place with a fetid neglected atmosphere as though some great cathedral had been flooded by a brackish lagoon. From out of the cobwebbed shadows emerged a little group of very old men resplendent in their ornately decorated robes. The least ancient of the group a white-haired individual with piercing eyes and a down-turned haughty mouth lifted the hem of his robes as he detached himself from the others sending little flurries of dust over the flagstones. He murmured a few words of apology to his comrades and melted away into the shadows. After a time he came to a small door inset in the crumbling stonework. He looked about him senses alert and lifted his hands to grip the lapels of his robes. His twinkling eyes darted from side to side. It was time. A man with a face like a deflating balloon dressed in dark gold robes which were too big for him crossed the corridor mumbling happily to himself. The white-haired man pressed himself into a doorway until the fellow had passed. It wouldn