Then the dream was gone, Anna, and it was morning. Outside, the snow howled like an animal. And like an animal it beat and tore and hammered at the walls of the Hut. I opened one eye just a little - a thin, pink line - and then shut it tight again. I didn’t want to move.Ten authors listed here, all of them men; no women among the artists either. It's a straightforward book of short stories featuring the Tenth Doctor and Donna (apart from the last two, in which Ten on his own links up with a plucky lad for adventure), none terribly memorable and none awful either, with art that varies from OK to good.
Having said that none of the written stories are awful, I am dubious about the comic strip, by Jonathan Morris with art by Rob Davis, in which it turns out that the terracotta army are disabled robots previously under the control of a cyborg Chinese emperor. Maybe better not to recast other cultures' achievements as "really' alien technology.
You can still get it here.