Lifthrasil: No idea. But I don't know many gamebooks. Perhaps you could resolve the riddle and post some example from regular literature? Than might increase the chance that someone else knows the book as well.

qux: "'Two weeks ago, agents of Mordraneth kidnapped a wizard here, Alsander, who was occupied in magical research into Mordraneth's schemings. I last saw Alsander a few days before he disappeared, and he was excited and worried then. He warned me that Mordraneth was using magical energies to draw power in some way from the realms of the dead, and he urged me to consult with him again when he had had a little more time to study the problem. Alas, when I called upon him he was gone, with all his notes.But by magical scrying, we have found where Alsander is, and he is still alive. Your task is not as desperate as you may have thought when I spoke Mordraneth's name. We do not require you to slay him; we need you to bring Alsander back to us.' He pauses to offer you more wine, and he sees that you are a little disappointed - what a scalp Mordraneth's would be to boast about! Vanestin is quick to counter that."

grimwerk: I think I remember the ink drawing of the imprisoned Alsander. He's aged and bent, his head well forward with his lower lip protruding. I think a fireball has just rolled off of his fingers. The flames, his rags, and the wiry musculature of his arms are all drawn in similar flowing curves, making it all flow together somehow.

I haven't seen this book in a decade, I expect, so I could be completely wrong.

Lifthrasil: OK. I'll post something from one of my favourite books. But grimwerk, if you want to have a go since you actually know the last book, then please do so. My entry can then be viewed as bonus round.

Lifthrasil: OK. Continuing. Different chapter, same book:

"It quickly turned out that 'Mus' was not M-O-O-S-E, but M-U-S and was short for Hieronimus. I felt a little stupid for having heard it as Moose. It was unlikely that an indonesian islander will be named after a large canadian deer. Almost as unlikely, I suppose, as him being called Hieronimus with a silent Hieroni"

amok: Last chance to see?

ZapMcRaygunn: Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy! 42! 42! 42!
Thou art a Hoopy Frood!!

ZapMcRaygunn: Here's one:

"At that instant I was aware of a bushy black beard and a pair of piercing eyes turned upon us through the side window of the cab. Instantly the trap door at the top flew up, something was screamed to the driver, and the cab flew madly off down regent street."

amok: Already prepared a paragraph. This (I hope) should be fairly easy:

"The raincoat was open in front and I couldn’t button it, being handcuffed. The skirts flapped against my legs like the wings of a large and tired bird. I came to the highway. Cars went by in a wide swirl of water illuminated by headlights. The tearing noise of their tyres died swiftly. I found my convertible where I had left it, both tyres fixed and mounted, so it could be driven away, if necessary. They thought of everything. I got into it and leaned down sideways under the wheel and fumbled aside the flap of leather that covered the pocket. I got the other gun, stuffed it up under my coat and started back. The world was small, shut in, black. A private world for Canino and me."