A continuing story of many titles.

Chapter 1

"Quickly now, " the mysterious stranger urged, "there's no time to explain. Get off the unicorn".

//Please feel free to continue the story with a sentence or two. Each entry should include a touchstoned book title.//

I jumped off and took The Thirty-Nine Steps to the east, as laid out in the treasure map the stranger offered me.

Then twenty steps North West by South. I think there may be a problem with this treasure map, but the mysterious stranger is nowhere to be seen.

But wait, I hear A Whisper in the Night. Who could it be?

A rustle of silk comes from behind me and from out of the dark trees steps The Woman in Black

She must be looking for a soulmate; she asks me, "Are you The Man in the Black Suit?"

'No, I'm just a traveller making my way back home, but I am up for An Awfully Big Adventure. Are you?'

Oh no I am just going to see if I Shall Wear Midnight on time and put on the perfect act. It is a special audition you see.
Where is your adventure taking you?

Only Time Will Tell where our next adventure will lead us. What are you hoping to get out of yours?

"I am hoping to receive The Help I need to answer life's biggest questions."

"The best ʻanswerʻ is: Dunt Esk!!"

"Is that so? Well, I never!!!"

Imagine not asking about life's most important questions.

One should never be content to Eat, Pray and Love.

It is only proper to ask questions and seek answers.

Wait a minute, did you hear that? What's that noise?

"Some one must have decided to Shake Down the Thunder Either that, or it was Other Voices.
Other Rooms can cause that kind of acoustic deception.

Left trembling by the loud noise, and not convinced by the man's reasonings,
the woman in black mumbled in a low voice, almost inaudibly, "It's time like these that
I wish I were Home Safe".

"What am I doing here in the middle of the night? I must be crazy!!

She reached into the inside pocket of her silk coat.

" ? ! --Iʻm always Carrying Over $100 on me!"
she murmured in surprise, "Wheres the Rest of me MONEY!??"

"Aha," she said, "It must have been The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time. A strange mongrel pounced on me, snatched something in his teeth, then ran off into the Forbidden Forest. Will you help me chase him? Legend has it that he guards a treasure, albeit one with a mysterious curse."

"Lets Not go to the Dogs Tonight!" said a voice close by her: "Nor even to The Dogs of War!" It was A Mysterious Spirit

Chasing after the strange mongrel, I tripped over a tree root and fell. I climbed to my feet and the only injury I sustained left Blood on the Tongue. I brushed myself down and raced onwards.

A Race against Time, indeed! But Race Matters or no Race Matters, it didnʻt take any Penetrating Wisdom to
realize that Fortune is said to Favor the Runner.

But racing on through the Echoing Grove, I felt The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner and decided to go just As Far as Jane's Grandmother's before heading back to The Village

But in the village I could not stay while Wild Magic was in the air

For I knew that You can run but you can't hide from The Haunted Sisters whom one might encounter hereabouts - but Not before Sundown

The Magic of their Singing was all that kept me there. It could end up being an Evening in Byzantium. I decided to call them just The Three Sisters, rather than The Haunted Sisters. So: Exit Ghost.
It takes a Village to make you realize that The Perennial Philosophy of locals is not necessarily provincial. "In a Province", you may or may not encounter Xenophobia.

People round here do indeed dislike Foreigners and although I am A Virtuous Woman fail to recognise me as One of Ours, perhaps because I am A Woman of Independent Means.

Do you know your Ancestors and their Roots from The Beginning starting from the birth of your great,great,great grandmother, Emma nee Smith originated from Texas,USA until the birth of your father,Maurice?

No, I Never Knew That!. Or rather, it wasn't one of the things I always thought I knew. Who Knew?

I know nothing of my Family History. Anyway I decided to go Home and occupy myself with the Housekeeping. Mind you, they can get the Tea at Four o'clock themselves because I will not serve it !

(Tea with Mussolini would have been another question altogether.
And Another country.) The Italians did not so much Support
Mussolini as merely Tolerate him.
Oh, that reminds me of a story, --
--But You are not the Target of
an attempt to usurp the Narration. So, Take it away, Sam --
er, I mean jbbarret, @skoobdo, --
@Starbox, or whoever is continuing
this narration.

Not being A woman of Rome, (indeed I came down with Roman Fever while spending an Illyrian Spring on Holiday), I prefer to stay in God's own country - England, my England.

"I see that The Three of us
have been through "The
Iron Gate of Illyria" -- that is: "She, Myself & I", said Lord Dunmore.* Even thinking about it gets me on The Edge of Sadness. But letʻs not say hello, Sadness (or as The French
say: "Bonjour, Tristesse"). As for me Iʻm not only English: England MADE me!"

*Not the (in?)famous Lord Dunmore of "Lord Dunmores Little War of 1774". Perhaps one of The Descendants

Let's not get into a Sacred and Profane Love for our Homeland...
Anyway I returned home to Suffer little Children for I have Difficult Daughters. You would hardly know They were sisters, although they are in fact Heavenly Twins.
The elder was Blaming the other for as ever She Knew She was Right.

" 'She Knew she was Right', so: Can you Forgive her?"
said Lord DUnmore I could add: HE knew he was right, too,
because this rule applies to both Male and Female."

I opened The Red Door to find Jane and Prudence had prepared Pigeon Pie and Fig Pudding - we even had Jam Today. Just then my Beloved came in from The Cement Garden. The Old Man and Me have been married for ... How many years is it now?
But our Enchanted Afternoon came to an abrupt halt; Jane came in maliciously . Papa! she whispered loudly, "Your lover just called . I gave a Suppressed Cry...

What does she want from me, anyway? he said. It's time for her to take A Walk in the Woods.She'll be gone forever.

Was there A Grain of Truth in his words? Did he plan Bodily Harm on The Harlot who has just ruined the Afternoon of a Good Woman?

He apparently had the Mean Woman Blues and needed to agree to The Deal he had made with a hitman.

So after he'd called John Adams from The Firm, Johnny got his Gun...

His greeting to Johnny
was "Johnny, we hardly Knew ye"
(giving it The Cordial Touch), and adding:This won't be another Little Big Horn, Remembered OR Forgotten. But it'll be a sort of War within a War.

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"The Gods will have Blood !" he cried, while he hummed The Executioner's Song. "Goodbye My Mortal Enemy!" But just then he heard The Police Car coming...