All-Consuming Fire is a dreadful double crossover story, the kind that certain types of fans think are "a good idea." This one takes Doctor Who, places it into the world of Sherlock Holmes, and then transfers that mashup to the Cthulhu Mythos. The result is a nonsensical story with weak plotting, poor characterization, and more useless trinkets for fans than the last merch table at a ComiCon. The story is told primarily from the point of view of Watson, and in this respect is more Sherlock Holmes than anything else. In the first half of the novel, The Doctor is just an annoying side character, Benny gets no mention at all (except in the very brief prologue), and Ace is reduced to one short report. In fact, throughout the novel Ace is almost nonexistent. The story, such as it is, involves Holmes being commissioned by the Vatican (a meeting with the Pope, no less) to recover some books stolen from a secret library. This leads to Holmes and Watson meeting The Doctor in said library, some running around dodging danger in London, a trip to India where things get mystical, and from there a trip across a magic tunnel opened by intoning a nonsense incantation, leading to an alien world. In this novel, we return to the ultra canny Doctor 7, who uses oh so many words to say almost nothing, gives no information to anyone, and is just really irritating with his smug, evasive answers to any question. He is also the manipulative Doctor, planting his agents in dangerous foreign locations, Benny in India and Ace on the alien world, without telling them what to expect, how to get around, or any of the basics of survival, let alone what they are supposed to do there. And indeed, the reader never finds out what The Doctor does or does not know about this situation, why he has planted his agents in these places, how he knows where to plant them, or what he is trying to accomplish with this elaborate scheme. With the companions, Andy Lane has gone for the badass women characterization, so mostly they bully, blast, shoot, beatup and generally show off their fighting skills. It's utterly boring 1990s action film stuff. Ace is particularly irritating when she finally makes a real appearance in the last 30 or so pages. This is "military" Ace as fans who know nothing about soldiers understand it. All she wants to do is shoot things and blow things up and talk tough and condescend to everyone around her. One good thing about this novel is that Lane does a passable pastiche of Conan Doyle's style. This, however, does not elevate a novel of thin plot, riddled with holes, unimaginative characterization, and a portrayal of the TARDIS crew that is, frankly, reprehensible.