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conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled Key of Knowledge about Dana, Key, Jordan with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Women's Fiction.
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conversations.value: Following hot on the heels of the first installment in the author's Key trilogy, this second book (following Key of Light) continues the story of three contemporary female friends chosen to free the souls of ancient demigoddesses called the Daughters of Glass. This time, the heroine is Dana Steele, a librarian who is sure that the key she's seeking lies in a book. As she begins her search, Dana renovates Indulgence, the gallery-cum-salon-cum-bookstore she is opening with her friends Malory Price and Zoe McCourt. She also spends sometimes passionate, sometimes vexing time with Jordan Hawke, the thriller writer who broke her heart years earlier when he abandoned her and their small Pennsylvania town of Pleasant Valley to seek fame in New York. Dana slowly realizes that the love they once felt for each other has not died-and that Jordan's writing is inextricably entwined with her supernatural quest. Despite lots of special effects, Kane isn't powerful enough to create much suspense, and Dana is a surprisingly inefficient detective for one so bright. But the author's zesty characterizations and fresh, energetic style succeed in drawing readers into this far-fetched tale. <BR>Copyright &copy; Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about Jordan, Dana, Kane.
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conversations.value: Following hot on the heels of the first installment in the author's Key trilogy, this second book (following Key of Light) continues the story of three contemporary female friends chosen to free the souls of ancient demigoddesses called the Daughters of Glass. This time, the heroine is Dana Steele, a librarian who is sure that the key she's seeking lies in a book. As she begins her search, Dana renovates Indulgence, the gallery-cum-salon-cum-bookstore she is opening with her friends Malory Price and Zoe McCourt. She also spends sometimes passionate, sometimes vexing time with Jordan Hawke, the thriller writer who broke her heart years earlier when he abandoned her and their small Pennsylvania town of Pleasant Valley to seek fame in New York. Dana slowly realizes that the love they once felt for each other has not died-and that Jordan's writing is inextricably entwined with her supernatural quest. In the end, Jordan must join with Dana to fight the spells of the sorcerer Kane and fulfill the terms of her quest. Despite lots of special effects, Kane isn't powerful enough to create much suspense, and Dana is a surprisingly inefficient detective for one so bright. But the author's zesty characterizations and fresh, energetic style succeed in drawing readers into this far-fetched tale. <BR>Copyright &copy; Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: Key of Knowledge
  They had a way of slipping into a rhythm, of understanding short-speak and expressions that came from a lifetime of knowing each other every bit as much as from the two years of physical intimacy they'd shared.
  She hissed out a breath. "See, they said I was thinking like a man. Men won't pick color. They're scared of color."
  She pressed her fingers just over her right eye. "I think all this color's making my head hurt. Anyway, Zoe's already figured the square footage and the gallons per. Where's my list?"
  They loaded up the paint, the supplies, the equipment. Dana blessed Brad at checkout when even with the discount the total made her gulp. But it wasn't until she was outside that she realized the real dilemma.
  They divvied up, loaded up. The drive back to Flynn's gave her time to wonder how they'd managed to be in each other's company for the best part of an hour without a fight.
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conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.. Start with the sentence 'The woods were locked in shadows, with the flicker of lightning bugs quick blinks of gold against the black'.
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conversations.value: The woods were locked in shadows, with the flicker of lightning bugs quick blinks of gold against the black. In dreams he knew, somehow knew, he was a man instead of the boy he'd been when he'd walked through the wild grass at the verge of those woods. His heart pounding with... fear? Anticipation? Knowledge? As he'd stared up at the great black house that rose regally toward the swimming moon.
  His friends weren't close by, as they had been on that hot summer night of his memory. Flynn and Brad weren't there, with their contraband beer and cigarettes, the camping gear, or the youthful courage and carelessness three teenage boys made together.
  He was alone, the warriors of the Peak guarding the gate behind him and the house empty of life and silent as a tomb.
  No, not empty, he thought. It was a mistake to think of houses, old houses, as being empty. They were filled with memories, with the faded echoes of voices. Drops of tears, drops of blood, the ring of laughter, the edge of tempers that had ebbed and flowed between the walls, into the walls, over the years.
  And there were houses, he knew it, that breathed. They carried in their wood and stone, their brick and mortar a kind of ego that was nearly, very nearly, human.
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conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: High above, a mural was painted on the domed ceiling. She saw dozens of figures from the most romantic of faerie tales. Rapunzel, spilling her golden hair out of a tower, Sleeping Beauty just wakened by a kiss, Cinderella slipping her foot into a delicate glass slipper.
  Delighted, Rowena perched on the arm of a chair. "When Malory completed her quest, I offered her a gift of her choosing. Any boon that was in my power to grant. I offer you the same now."
  He moved behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her to him. "We'll be happy here. The house wants happiness."
  They drove away from the Peak, and neither saw the cloaked figure standing on the parapet under the thin light of the crescent moon.
  And turned when her warrior touched her shoulder. Pressing her cheek to his heart, she wept a little for what was, and for what might be.