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conversations.value: Do you know a description for a book titled Ghost Rider about York, Times, Daredevil with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction?
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conversations.value: the author is the New York Times bestselling author of numerous novels and short stories. He has written the official movie novelizations of Daredevil , Ghost Rider , Death Defying Acts , and the first three Underworld movies, as well as books and stories based on such popular series as Alias , Buffy the Vampire Slayer , CSI , Farscape , The 4400 , The Green Hornet,  The Phantom , Roswell , Star Trek , Terminator , Warehouse 13 , Xena: Warrior Princess , and Zorro <u>.</u> He has received two Scribe Awards from the International Association of Media Tie-In Writers. He lives in Oxford, Pennsylvania. Visit him atwww.gregcox-author.com.
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conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
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conversations.value: com. He has written the official movie novelizations of Daredevil , Ghost Rider , Death Defying Acts , and the first three Underworld movies, as well as books and stories based on such popular series as Alias , Buffy the Vampire Slayer , CSI , Farscape , The 4400 , The Green Hornet,  The Phantom , Roswell , Star Trek , Terminator , Warehouse 13 , Xena: Warrior Princess , and Zorro <u>.</u> He has received two Scribe Awards from the International Association of Media Tie-In Writers. He lives in Oxford, Pennsylvania. Visit him atwww.gregcox-author.the author is the New York Times bestselling author of numerous novels and short stories.
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conversations.value: Do you know the first long scene for the screenplay?
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conversations.value: Ghost Rider
  
  FADE IN from white. Another aftermath. A circus of PARAMEDICS, POLICE, FIREMEN and REPORTERS. Every corner is blackened, every bar twisted and melted. Charred CORPSES are scattered like matchsticks.
  BOOTS are coming. We've seen them before. These boots belong to --
  STARKE navigating his way through the bedlam. He passes between rushing emergency personnel, steps over a writhing VICTIM -- -- but no one seems to notice his presence. And as he progresses to the far end of the cell block, the cacophony fades, leaving only his FOOTSTEPS as he turns into --
  CARRIGAN'S CELL Carrigan is terribly burned, but still clinging to life. Frantic paramedics are running an IV, struggling to stabilize him. His fear-filled eyes grow dim, then abruptly snap into focus as he SEES --
  STARKE (O.S.) You look like you could use some help.
  CONTINUED: -- Starke standing over him, his gaze stoic and pitiless.
  STARKE (CONT' D) You lost her, Carrigan. What happened?
  CARRI GAN (a choking sob) -- you didn't tell us -- what he was Carrigan starts to slip away. The SOUNDS of the outside world begin to intrude once more. Starke kneels, touching a hand to Carrigan's chest. The world ebbs away again. The paramedics continue their work, oblivious. Carrigan MOANS.
  CARRIGAN (CONT'D) -- please, I don't want to die -- Starke's arctic eyes gleam bright with mischief.
  STARKE If I could save you, would you be willing to make a deal?
  EXT. DESERT CEMETERY - DAWN
  Blaze sits against an old grave marker, gun in hand. Thousand-yard stare in his eyes. He contemplates the gun
  SILENT MEMORIES assault him -- good times with Roxanne, happy times, making the onrush that much more unbearable. We INTERCUT --
  ROXANNE, radiant at the beach. Flickering sunshine makes her squint.
  BACK TO BLAZE, here and now, cocking the gun, turning it back on himself.
  ROXANNE folding clothes, seen through a sunny doorway.
  BACK TO BLAZE, fingering the trigger of the gun, edging closer to the unknown, the terrors that the afterlife holds for him.
  ROXANNE Her laughing face, loving Blaze from across a dinner table.
  BACK TO BLAZE suppressing a sob. The pain is too much. It's overwhelming --
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conversations.value: Do you know another long scene?
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conversations.value: INT. MISSION - DINING ROOM - NIGHT
  Rhymer rushes in. The men are confused, afraid. 
  WHAM! WHAM! GROWLING coyotes are hurling themselves repeatedly against the windows, cracking the panes.
  RHYMER Get away from the windows!
  CONTINUED: Wilson hesitates, eyeing Rain with distrust-
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conversations.value: Do you know the last medium length scene?
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conversations.value: ROXANNE (V.O.) The world turns around without me. There are sharks. And there are doves. And nighttime holds far darker terrors than death. But I am never afraid because I know that he is out there, somewhere. And that someday, somehow -- Blaze ignites, SCREAMS, hurls back his head --
  ROXANNE (V.O.) (CONT'D) -- he will return to me. -- and the rockets headlong into black.
  Back to IMSDb
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conversations.value: Do you know the first three paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: Ghost Rider
  In the morning, I set off on the short journey to the ferry terminal at Yarmouth, then started a letter to Brutus.
  Yep, ol' Floyd [the hurricane] has decided I should hang in this town for awhile, cancelling my ferry due to high winds and waves (buncha wimps, if you ask me!), so I've been out scouting apartments, checking job availabilities, and pricing used pickups.
  No doubt you'll notice our new writing paper: rather thin, and a little small, but since 1988 I've been using the same Hilroy typing tablet as a travelling letter-writing kit, and you can't buy a thing like that anymore, for obvious reasons of technological change. The key element is the front and back cover, to protect it in your bicycle or motorcycle panniers. I've kept it going the last few years by taping refills into it, but you can imagine it was getting a little travel-worn, and since it (and you) are often my dinner guests at the nicer sort of restaurants, well... it was getting to be a tad declassé.
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conversations.value: Do you know five more paragraphs? Start with the sentence 'With the weather already "unfriendly" in the mountains, maybe I would follow the coast highway all the way down to California'.
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conversations.value: With the weather already "unfriendly" in the mountains, maybe I would follow the coast highway all the way down to California. Brutus and I had ridden parts of it during the Rush tour, but I thought it would be good to ride the whole way, just to be able to say I'd "done it." People on the West Coast were forever asking, "Hey man, have you done the coast highway?"
  I also phoned Steven and asked him if he might be interested in meeting me in Moab sometime soon, where we could rent a 4x4 and explore some of the remote parts of Canyonlands I didn't dare try to reach on my own. In turn, he suggested that he might be able to borrow Shelly's father's Humvee later in the year, and meet me for some back-road explorations in Baja California, maybe over Christmas. That sounded interesting, and we agreed to stay in touch as I travelled.
  Late on the morning of October 17th, I set off from Vancouver on the short ride down to Seattle, checked into the hotel where Liam was staying, the Paramount (just across the street from the old Paramount Theater, where Rush had played many times in the late '70s — before we "graduated" to the bigger arenas — and that brought back some memories too).
  At least I didn't have to worry about boring my friend Brutus, my "captive audience," and the next day I started travelling with him again, seeing things and making plans through his eyes once more.
  When I walked out there from my room when I arrived, butt and Macallan-on-ice in hand, I just stood and listened for awhile, and the Pacific makes such a wonderful music: a steady chord of mid-range breakers, high-frequency surf, and a low, powerful boom under it all. Hopefully we'll be lulled by that all night long. In our dreams...
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conversations.value: Do you know the last three paragraphs?
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conversations.value: I had found my place of rest and redemption, and the 's work was done. He could keep on riding now, right off the end of that pier, into the sunset.
  On the road, I was given hospitality and welcome diversion by some of the above, as well as by Dan and Laurie, Gump, Trevor, Nathalie, the Williams Family, Freddie, Rob and Paul, Andrew (Our Benefactor), the Hollywood ex-pats, the Rich family, the Nuttall family, and those who more directly helped to shape these pages: Lesley Choyce, Mark Riebling, and my brother Danny, who gave me astute and valuable advice. Paul McCarthy's editorial genius was unstintingly sympathetic, encouraging, insightful, and incisive, and drove me to keep trying to make my story deeper and richer.
  My motorcycle and I would like to extend our special appreciation to BMW of Salt Lake, Iron Horse in Tucson, Shail's and John Valk in Vancouver, and McBride Cycle in Toronto.