This is the 56th novel published by the BBC to feature the 8th Doctor.  His companions are Fitz Kreiner and Anji Kapoor.

The Book of the Still is a book in which time-travellers can write their name and location in and they will be rescued.  When the location of the Unnoticed is written in it, they are out to destroy the book, and anything that stands in their way.

Fitz, after going to a place that gives him altered memories, steals the book for his "girlfriend" Carmodi.  They leave the planet of Lebenswelt.  The Doctor and Anji are stuck with the Unnoticed trying to destroy Leneswelt.  The Doctor manages to save the planet but they must also follow the Unnoticed so that they can get to the book, and Fitz.

It is later found that the Unnoticed are a race of being created by a paradox and that is why they want to remain unnoticed.  The Unnoticed are created and destroyed and that is the end of the book.

Fitzgerald hacked down and down with his sabre, sending soldiers flying in all directions.  Turning his horse with sharp nudges from his knees and a hard shift of weight from left to right he urged the steed on up the hill into the boiling melee of fighting.  From behind, he heard someone shout out his name.  Looking back over his shoulder he smiled a wide smile as he saw Connery slashing his way through the crowd to ride at his side.  Glorious, smelly little Connery.  Could a General ever have a better Adjutant?  Fitzgerald kicked out at an attacker with a straight boot, catching him full in the face, bursting his nose in a spray of red.  The attacker fell away with a groan and as Connery made it to his side Fitzgerald urged his mount on into the battle proper.

In the shadow of the castle walls, Fitzgerald joined his men in fierce conflict.  They had already managed to breach the portcullis and were now fighting a fierce hand-to-hand battle while arrows rained on them from above.  Dismounting and sending his horse back to his lines with a meaty slap on its rump; Fitzgerald hacked his way to the relative shelter of the gate house.  He took a few seconds to wipe the spray of blood from his cheeks and eyes.  He was relieved to find out that it was not his own.  Connery, nursing a ragged slice to his cheek, smiled maniacally through the blood.  'You should see the other fellow!'


Fitzgerald's troops were more than holding their own in the savagery, their training and discipline held no equal throughout the land.  Fitzgerald's heart was filled with pride at the way his men seemed to know no fear as they threw themselves forward.  'You'd think they would have grown flabby with overconfidence after the months of siege, Connery.'

'Not these fellows, sir.  Hungriest bunch of fighters we've had since the Germanic Campaign.'

Fitzgerald clapped Connery on the shoulder.  'Well, let's not let them have all the fun, eh?  With me!'

Fitzgerald leapt from the safety wall back out into the throng, hacking, slashing, kicking and elbowing at every turn.  Two attackers bore down on him, their swords boofwthineg flashing; one fell to one of his own side's arrows and the other to a well-timed thrust from Fitzgerald to the stomach.  The dead soldier fell awkwardly.  Unable to take his sabre between the body (it was wedged between the soldier's spine and the wall), Fitzgerald suddenly found himself unarmed.  Another soldier in the ridiculously plumed armour of the defending castle's forces took his opportunity to step across the growing piles of bodies and come within striking distance of Fitzgerald.

Fitzgerald reached for the sgian dubh he kept in his boot, but his fingers felt only empty air.

Dammit.  He must have lost his treasured dagger somewhere on the field of battle.  The soldier swept down with his sabre.  Fitzgerald ducked easily and rabbit punched his attacker as he rose.

Where was the bloody knife?  Fitzgerald scoured the route he had taken to the portcullis.  Nothing.

The soldier came at him again, thrusting this way and that.  Fitzgerald sidestepped and caught the soldier's arm underneath his own and aimed a heavy punch into his attacker's face.  The soldier fell back.

Fitzgerald was down on his hands and knees now, searching under a couple of the bodies he had just recently dispatched, rolling them out of the way and clawing at the damp earth underneath.

Nothing.

The soldier, now missing two front teeth, came at him again.  'Don't you ever learn from your mistakes?' yelled Fitzgerald, bending to his knees as the soldier rushed forward, catching his flailing tabard in his hands and then pitching him head first into the moat.  The soldier fell with a strangled scream and made a satisfying splash.  As Fitzgerald got back to his feet, Connery appeared before him holding the knife.  'Are you looking for this, sir?'

Fitzgerald sighed and took the devilish knife from Connery out-stretched palm.  'Connery, how would I cope without you?'