Where In The World Are You? January/February 2019

Share a creative sentence working the title of your current book and its geographical setting into it.

Example:
Whilst in England, little touched my heart as much as The Golden Tresses of The Dead.

Heading back to the USA and hoping to Have A Nice Day.

Experiencing flat life in Lindon during World War II and surviving The Heat of the Day.

After a quick trip to the battlefield of WWI for Christmas Eve, 1914 , I am going to Salem, Massachusetts to meet an old friend from 1851, McGlue, who seems to have gotten himself into a bit of a sticky situation.

I've just finished a tour of Hanover Germany where I admired the lovely Pointed Roofs and am returning to a Backwater of England.

Now onward to New Jersey, where I heard about a Sizzling Sixteen person jacuzzi!

And now to Northern England, to determine the effectiveness of relying on a Ghost Wall.

I am headed to a cave dwelling near Philadelphia, autograph book in hand, to meet The Fearless Benjamin Lay: The Quaker Dwarf Who Became The First Revolutionary Abolitionist.

I am riding the Metro and listening to the sounds of Paris Echo all around me.

I'm in Paris, trying to determine The Seventh Function of Language.

I've just survived a typhoon and have been captured by the French in the Indian Ocean in Memoirs of a Georgian Rake.

I am in Arizona wondering who had killed Alice in Outlaw Mountain.

Just finished restoring a Stone Virgin in Venice.

I’ve packed a “suitcase of courage” (courtesy of Phil Liggett) to go cycling in Italy on the Road to Valor.

Just finished an Expedition to the Baobab Tree in southern Africa before the white men arrived.

And traveling on to Italy where I'm learning about marriage and The Story of a New Name.

I'm on a short vacation in Greece, to paint, and meet Joanna and Ulysses.

Leaving ancient Greece after a marvelous encounter with the goddess, Circe and heading to New York to acclimate to the Asymmetry of life.

I'm in Iceland, probing Under the Glacier for a mysterious casket, and eating entirely too many cakes.

After freezing in Manhattan during a Cyberstorm, I visited the Yorkshire moors to imbibe The Brontësaurus of literary influence, before heading down to London to meet an aggressive lady who was Killing It as both mother and state-sponsored assassin.

I have now withdrawn to the quieter city of Amsterdam, to attend the Earth 2050 conference and listen out for any Deadly Secrets.

Heading to Harlem, in NYC, to catch the rhythm of Poet X.

Off to LA to find out if The Wedding Guest is the victim of or the murderer.

I'm on poking up the fire on the other side of the mountain in China with the Chin P'ing Mei The Plum in the Golden Vase. Three more trips should finish but I like to travel elsewhere in between volumes...

Since I was already in Iceland I decided to go down the Snæfells glacier volcano and take A Journey to the Center of the Earth again.

I am heading to Oklahoma and hope that I do not encounter The Killers of The Flower Moon while sightseeing.

Now I'm in Russia, trying to figure out why Monday Starts on Saturday. Something to do with magic, it seems, or maybe science.

Back in (maybe) Saudi Arabia for another round in the Cities of Salt; hoping not to be swallowed up by The Trench

I was shocked and deeply disturbed, as I headed to Washington D.C., to find out that The President is Missing.

After accompanying an alien to Cambridge to study The Humans, I am now unravelling a Conspiracy in 16th century Paris.

Made a brief stop in Chicago to shadow a couple of kids Chasing Vermeer.

A stop in Cairo, Egypt made me learn about The Colors of Infamy.

Apparently one of the families cohabiting in the famous Dakota building with John Lennon refers to themselves as The Dakota Winters, and I am off to NYC to meet them.

I'm in Greenland wondering if I have enough tea to last until my Last Night in Nuuk.

I am off to England for a special gala event featuring A Dance To The Music of Time: Second Movement.

I thought I would be safe on this deserted island somewhere in Polynesia but instead I'm frightened and confused by The Invention of Morel.

In bleakest Yorkshire I am wandering in the solitude of The Crow Garden, wondering if I am really alone.

It was in the WWII England that I realized I was merely Part of the Furniture for my so-called friends.

After that memorable Last Night in Nuuk, I left the big island of Greenland and am now entowered on the wee small island of New Zealand with The Bone People.

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