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conversations.value: What is a plot for a book about Kylar, Durzo, Logan entitled Shadow's Edge?
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conversations.value: Shadow's Edge: The story takes place in the fictional land of Midcyru.\nIt centers upon Kylar, the Night Angel, once an apprentice of Durzo Blint, a former celebrated wetboy and his journey for retribution against those who torn his kingdom asunder in a coup months prior to the events of the novel.\nKylar Stern has rejected the assassin's life.\nIn the wake of the Godking's violent coup, both his master and his closest friend are dead.\nHis friend was Logan Gyre, heir to Cenaria's throne, but few of the ruling class survive to mourn his loss.\nSo Kylar is starting over: new city, new companions, and new profession.\nBut when he learns that Logan might be alive, trapped and in hiding, Kylar faces an impossible choice: he could give up the way of shadows forever, and find peace with his young family.\nOr he could succumb to his flair for destruction, the years of training, to save his friend and his country - and lose all he holds precious.\nGodking Garoth Ursuul has assumed power in Cenaria and is manipulating the futures and destinies of all who live there.\nMany nobles, led by self-proclaimed Queen Terah Graesin, have left the city in ruins to the Khalidorans.\nAttempting to leave behind the life of shadows that ruined his master, Kylar flees to Caernarvon and an idyllic life with Elene.\nBut darkness finds Kylar along the road to the light as friends return for one last job and Kylar learns more about who Durzo and ultimately Kylar are.\nKylar has become a titanic force with a foot in the light and in the dark, but must choose which path to follow.
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conversations.value: What is the first five paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: Shadow's Edge
  Caedan was oblivious. "There's a man and woman in the Cenarian lines, both trained, standing together. Several others untrained."
  The other young Alitaeran, Jaedan, looked unhappy. He was the identical twin of the young Seer, with the same handsome features, same floppy black hair, and totally different gifts.
  Jaedan couldn't believe it. "We aren't just going to sit here, are we? By the Light! The Cenarians will be destroyed. Twenty meisters. We can take them. I'm good for three or four, and I know the rest of you are as good or better."
  Jaedan cut off, but the defiance on his face didn't alter a whit. The Cenarian line began moving at a slow jog, allowing the army, like an enormous beast, to gain momentum.
  The Khalidoran army was formed in loose ranks, with space beside every warrior for an archer. The archers readied themselves now, each putting arrows in the ground where they could be grabbed quickly. In the front of everyone, the two-man teams of meisters sat on horseback. To the Seers, they glowed.
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conversations.value: What is five more paragraphs? Start with the sentence 'Wherever he went, the Cenarian lines rallied'.
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conversations.value: Wherever he went, the Cenarian lines rallied. It wasn't only his presence. It was these magnificent women, streaked with blood and cursing like sailors. The very sight of them bewildered the Khalidorans.
  If it weren't for the Order, Logan would have died in the first charge. They fought with nearly suicidal frenzy to be at his side, and they'd paid the price for it. Of the thirty women who'd ridden with him, only ten remained. With such a small bodyguard, Logan surely would have been overwhelmed had not more than a hundred men joined them in the minutes after the first charge—Agon's Dogs. He'd given them words, and now they gave him their lives.
  Logan couldn't have said how long it was into the battle when a new smell cut through the ranks. It was something rancid, which made no sense. Tonight, the armies would leave plenty of meat on the field to rot, but nothing should be rotten yet. He heard and felt the Cenarians reacting long before he saw the source of their newest fear. Then, from the back of his horse, he saw what looked like a bull, a bull the height of a destrier, blasting through the lines and out of the battle, dragging men with it.
  A different creature returned. It was a troll with four arms, four eyes, lumpy grayish skin, and blades sticking out of its back. Logan knew that he should have been afraid, and part of him marveled that he wasn't. Fear simply wasn't there.
  Battle became simple, one understanding that led to one fact: that creature was killing his people. He had to stop it.
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conversations.value: What is the last five paragraphs?
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conversations.value: The wind kicked up again, setting the branches groaning. Kylar snarled silently, and leapt. With his Talent he made the distance easily. But he'd jumped too hard, too far, and he slipped off the far side of the branch. Little black talons jabbed through his clothing along the sides of his knees, along his left forearm, and even from his ribs. For a moment, the talons were liquid metal, not so much tearing his clothes as absorbing them at each tiny point, then they solidified and Kylar jerked to a stop.
  Gritting his teeth, Kylar climbed headfirst down the tree, letting the claws rise and sink from his skin, stabbing little holes in his clothes and in the tree bark. When he reached the ground, the black ka'kari bled from every pore to cover him like a second skin. It masked his face and body and clothes and sword, and began devouring light. Invisible, Kylar advanced. The mountain that was Feir was only a little slower. He was on his feet, turning, with naked steel in his hand faster than Kylar would have believed from a man so big. His eyes went wide as he saw Kylar.
  Kylar screamed in frustration and let blue flame whoosh over the ka'kari-skin and the great frowning mask he wore. He heard a footstep as one of Garuwashi's bodyguards attacked from behind. Kylar's Talent surged and he backflipped, planting his feet on the man's shoulders and pushing off. The sa'ceurai smashed into the ground and Kylar flipped through the air, blue flames whipping and crackling from his body.
  Before he caught the branch, he dropped the flames and went invisible. He flipped from branch to branch one-handed, with no attempt at stealth. If he didn't do something—tonight—Logan and all his men would die.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about Lantano, Garuwashi, jumped, flying, looked, fighting.
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conversations.value: The wind kicked up again, setting the branches groaning. Kylar snarled silently, and leapt. With his Talent he made the distance easily. But he'd jumped too hard, too far, and he slipped off the far side of the branch. Little black talons jabbed through his clothing along the sides of his knees, along his left forearm, and even from his ribs. For a moment, the talons were liquid metal, not so much tearing his clothes as absorbing them at each tiny point, then they solidified and Kylar jerked to a stop. 
  Gritting his teeth, Kylar climbed headfirst down the tree, letting the claws rise and sink from his skin, stabbing little holes in his clothes and in the tree bark. When he reached the ground, the black ka'kari bled from every pore to cover him like a second skin. It masked his face and body and clothes and sword, and began devouring light. Invisible, Kylar advanced. 
  Lantano Garuwashi jumped to his feet, the scabbard flying from a sword that looked like a bar of flame, his body already in a fighting stance. The mountain that was Feir was only a little slower. He was on his feet, turning, with naked steel in his hand faster than Kylar would have believed from a man so big. His eyes went wide as he saw Kylar. 
  Kylar screamed in frustration and let blue flame whoosh over the ka'kari-skin and the great frowning mask he wore. He heard a footstep as one of Garuwashi's bodyguards attacked from behind. Kylar's Talent surged and he backflipped, planting his feet on the man's shoulders and pushing off. The sa'ceurai smashed into the ground and Kylar flipped through the air, blue flames whipping and crackling from his body. 
  Before he caught the branch, he dropped the flames and went invisible. He flipped from branch to branch one-handed, with no attempt at stealth. If he didn't do something—tonight—Logan and all his men would die.