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skalja:

“I’d trust him with my life,” said [General] Kramer. “But he never invited me over for dinner, you know what I mean? We just saved the world and got on with it.” She turned the knob, found the door was unlocked, and stepped inside. “And I don’t think either of us was pushing to be any closer friends than that.”

“Adrienne!” The Doctor bounded into the foyer with a huge smile on his face, and before Kramer was even through the door he had grasped her hand in both of his. He shook it enthusiastically as she stood there with her mouth working up and down in confusion. “It’s been absolutely ages. So how’s everything back in Washington? How are George and the little ones? Not that they’re little any more, not by this point in time. Be sure to tell young Adam I said hello. I saw him at his university last year. Good job on handling that Brieri scouting party, by the way. Well, come on into the kitchen, there’s pancakes and toast and eggs for everyone…”

Kramer looked like she’d just been hit in the face with a cream pie.

Vampire Science, Kate Orman & Jonathan Blum.

The Seventh Doctor vs. the Eighth, in a nutshell.

Kate Orman is one of my favorite people to ever write the Doctor.

I’m doing the EDA readalong at Henrietta Street, and I’m really looking forward to her other books, especially The Year of Intelligent Tigers (which is a long ways away, since we’ve only just started…)