Omnipotence! The mind behind this bag of tricks operates on a grand scale!

Time and the Rani is one of the weaker links of the Seventh Doctor's reign on TV and almost certainly the oddest story within it. The entire plot does not exactly disregard logic but more refuses to believe in its existence and flogs itself to make sure that it can never and will never exist. This is also one of the best examples of a story in which someone should have asked "how do we make people care about the interpolitics of the natives?". By Part Four, I had basically tuned out completely and refused to acknowledge its existence as a piece of media (and I watched each part separately). That being said, I did like the set designs (when we weren't trudging through a quarry painted pink) and the recurring cast give some decent performances.

He no longer had a name. He inhabited a world without sequence or names; the meat machine like a philosopher's axe; replace the head and change the pole...
This is a somewhat odd book. If you think that this is solely a Bernice Summerfield adventure, you are solely mistaken. This is a book about the somewhat vast cast of characters that Dave Stone has had some influence on over the years (such as his creations Jason Kane and the crew of the Schirron Dream along with Chris Cwej and Roz Forrester). While I was reading it, I was a bit frustrated by the shorter chapters (not because I thought they were poorly written but because I wanted more dephth from the fictional worlds shown in this novel) but I think the story congealed together by the end quite nicely. There's also quite a bit of very experimental/poetic Jim Mortimore-esque prose which I quite liked. The short story in the appendix is very weird and I'm not sure if it clicked with me or not.

'And you'd be right to think so,' said the Doctor. 'Myths tend to be one part truth, two parts metaphor and five parts corruption, and patriarchy had always been a particularly vulgar form of corruption. The actual truth of it would have been something far different, probably, if truth there actually was. I'd concentrate on the central metaphor if I were you - and particularly how it relates to limits and aspects, and how the mind must react to the truly horrifying if it wants to survive.' He smiled, reminiscently. 'Zeus had the unfortunate habit of blowing everybody's head off wherever he went, but Dionysus had few problems getting on with everybody, as I recall.'
One of my favorite Doctor Who novels of all time. Also possibly one of the best Doctor Who novels of all time, though this is more debatable. The tale of a fetch quest across a dimension of sheer comedy and tragedy reveals a sublime genius at its center. The ending is one of the best within Who.

I told you: the history of the Amber Room is a trail of death stretching back to when it was first made. Like the Herr Doktor who was murdered by the Stasi in his wilderness hideaway for daring to search for it?
A pretty good short story from Halliday, who wrote the Doctor Who novel History 101 (which I also quite enjoyed) featuring an original character who (sadly) has seemingly never appeared again.

Catherine had left Lechasseur, and by taking the belt with her she might condemned them both to death. But all she could think about was the memory of him in the darkened corridor, of her launching herself at him, desperate to escape. Catching the belt that he wore around his waist and activating it, jumping them all...

Though this is quite late into the Time Hunter series (with only two other novels following it), I feel that this is actually quite a good introduction to the series - or at least its vibes and potential. I find the non-linear time travelling narrative within this one to be one of the best within the wide world of Doctor Who spinoffs, if not within Doctor Who as a whole. I wish that more stories were written like this. It is also quite short, but uses its short lenghth perfectly. It is not too long but it does not feel too short.

This was real. This world of monsters and impossibilities. It felt hard, dangerous, solid. Everything else, the soft and safe things she'd grown up with in the worldsphere, suddenly seemed as vague as holograms or old memories. And !X… 
!X was the realest thing of all.
This is one of the best novels featuring Bernice Summerfield, in league with even Love and War. Though on the surface, this seems to be a simple story of an expedition into an Inner World but Miles give a lot of postmodernist depth and breadth to the tale. It is by turns comedic, haunting, and fascinating. It has some of the best-written characters and a fascinating plot filled with thought-provoking twists. The worlds of Tyler's Folly is one of the most memorable within Benny's adventures if not within the DW canon. This novel also serves as a good introduction to the People to those who haven't read Aaronovitch's The Also People (which I have not yet).
In conclusion, a very good introduction to Benny's solo adventures and an extremely good novel in general.

Boy listens, the song's ignorant prisoner; he listens but does not understand. The harijans sing of Desert's stories as if they were real. But the stories aren't real, are they? Boy stays among the palm trees and considers this until the sun stands high upon Oasis and the yellow land has turned salt-white, but cannot conceive an answer to the question.
A very poetical prologue and epilogue to the final Decalog, very slim as well.

Everywhere, stars were green. The nearby stars, for instance: Alpha Centauri and Sirius and Procyon and Tau Ceti, names from science fiction, the homes of mankind in the ages to come. Green as blades of grass! He tipped his head this way and that. Everywhere he looked it was the same: stars everywhere had turned to chlorophyll green.
A rather decent short story, though I feel that I am missing out on some context from Baxter's other works.

But Solomon frowned upon such things, for he knew them to go against the wishes of the One True God, in whose divine name did Solomon rule. With only his Word as his tool, the King proved that carpets could not move; and so they did not move. He proved that horses could not fly, and could not be made from wood; so they did not, and were not. He told his people that dreams were nothing more than fancy and illusion, that they were shallow, trivial things; his people believed him. The King rejected the crafts and sciences of the sorcerers, and so the sorcerers were banished from his kingdom, until there was nothing but the Word of Solomon in the cities of the near west. And Solomon knew the people would thank him for this, for they had no need of flying carpets or enchanted trinkets. Such things, he knew, only bred doubt and fruitless fantasy.
Though it is largely forgotten, this is one of the most intriguing short stories written by Lozza. It has a lot to say - both about the lore that Miles was crafting and society as a whole. Also features one of the better "performaces" of Bernice Summerfield.

Note: I also posted this one onto GoodReads

‘Odd that you mention new words.' The Doctor's face was red now, capillaries swelling under the biomass probes of the stone. 'Gallifreyan's always been a static language, hasn't it? We go out into the universe and talk to everyone, but we don't take loan words back into our own tongue. TARDISes translate everything for us, or time rings, or things like your locket there. We don't have to integrate our experiences into words: they do it for us.' A vein in his neck began to pulsate, and next to it a warm glow spread through the blackness of the stone as if it were pleased.

A quick word of warning about this one. There's not anything too bad in it, but it is a very complex book. It ends with a "cosmobiological" paper. Perhaps you should read Alien Bodies and Interference first, although I didn't read those and understood most of what happened.
This is probably the best portrayal of the War in Heaven within Who. We feel the frenzy of the War-Time Lords, the pure frantic desperation which leads them to literally make deals with the Devil (for what is the Fendahl if not Doctor Who's version of Satan). You can also feel the raw fear and paranoia of the massive and unknown that the main villain of the piece.
I'd say that this is a good introduction to the arcs of the EDAs that come before it, but I was at least aware of most of them. At the very least, it explains Compassion and The Blue Angel pretty well.
If you enjoyed any of SB-J's other novels and/or enjoyed Hope, you'll probably enjoy this one.