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conversations.value: Provide a plot for a book about Rand, Egwene, Tower entitled The Gathering Storm.
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conversations.value: The Gathering Storm (novel): The series\' storyline has been leading up to the "Last Battle" (Tarmon Gai\'don)—a fight between the forces of Light and Shadow.\nAccording to prophecy in the series the primary protagonist Rand al\'Thor, as the Dragon Reborn, will "fight the [battle]", and must be present for the forces of Light to have a chance at winning and stopping the being known as the Dark One, the primary antagonist, from escaping his prison.\nThe Gathering Storm follows many plot threads but focuses on two characters, Rand al\'Thor and Egwene al\'Vere.\nWhile it follows al\'Thor\'s attempts to unite and rally the world\'s forces for the Last Battle, it also addresses his struggle with his sanity, caused by the corruption of his mind from the use of the male half of the One Power.\nThe unification of the White Tower, the headquarters of the female users of the One Power known as Aes Sedai, is addressed from al\'Vere\'s perspective, as well as the exposure of the Black Ajah, a secretive and opposing faction within the story.\nWhile the stories of other main characters such as Perrin Aybara and Mat Cauthon are briefly touched upon, they have little bearing on the main plot line.\nSome main characters such as Elayne Trakand and Lan Mandragoran do not appear at all, but are referred to.\nAs Rand\'s story begins, he is restoring order in the nation of Arad Doman while searching for Graendal, one of the Dark One\'s favored servants known as the Forsaken.\nThe Aes Sedai work with Rand to interrogate Semirhage, another Forsaken captured at the end of Knife of Dreams.\nAfter being freed by her allies, Semirhage is given a Domination Band, an item used to control male channelers, and locks it around Rand\'s neck.\nShe and Black Ajah sister Elza Penfell use it to make him torture and attempt to kill his lover, Min Farshaw.\nUnable to channel, he reaches out and inexplicably accesses the True Power, a different power normally only granted by the Dark One, using it to free himself and kill Semirhage and Elza.\nAfter this, he resolves to make himself harder and emotionless.\nHe banishes his adviser Cadsuane Melaidhrin for not securing the Domination Band, promising to kill her if he sees her face again.\nRand meets with the Seanchan, a civilization that invaded the continent earlier in the series.\nTheir leader Tuon rejects Rand\'s offer of a truce after sensing a dark aura that emanated from Rand after he channeled the True Power.\nFollowing the meeting, Tuon declares herself Empress and prepares a surprise attack against the White Tower.\nGraendal\'s hiding place is traced to a remote palace.\nConfirming her presence, Rand uses the Choedan Kal, a powerful magical artifact, to eliminate the entire building with balefire, a magic that wipes the target from time.\nThis horrifies Min and Nynaeve al\'Meara and they turn to Cadsuane for help.\nGiving up on saving Arad Doman from the Seanchan and starvation, Rand returns to the city of Tear.\nNynaeve, under the instruction of Cadsuane, locates Tam al\'Thor, Rand\'s father, who meets with Rand in an attempt to break his emotional isolation.\nRand becomes angry when he learns that Tam was sent by Cadsuane, nearly killing his father before fleeing in horror at what he had almost done.\nRand Travels to the Seanchan-held city of Ebou Dar, intending to destroy their entire army, but he becomes reluctant to act after seeing how peaceful the city is.\nNearly mad with rage and grief, he Travels to the top of Dragonmount, the location where he killed himself in a past life.\nAngry at the futility of life bound to the Wheel, he uses the Choedan Kal to draw enough power to destroy the world.\nLews Therin, a voice in Rand\'s head from his past life, suggests that by being reborn one has the opportunity to do things right.\nAgreeing, Rand turns the power of the Choedan Kal against itself, destroying it.\nRand is finally able to laugh again.\nThe second main plot thread follows Egwene al\'Vere, leader of the rebel faction of Aes Sedai.\nAfter her capture by the White Tower in the previous book, Egwene works to undermine Elaida a\'Roihan\'s rule and mend the strife it is causing in the White Tower.\nShe is initially granted freedom of the tower as novice, but after publicly denouncing Elaida, Elaida names her a follower of the Dark One, and orders her imprisonment.\nWhen Elaida fails to prove her accusation, Egwene is released.\nEgwene returns to her room to find Verin Mathwin, who announces that she is of the Black Ajah.\nTaking advantage of a loophole in the oath Verin had sworn that she could not betray them "until the hour of my death", she fatally poisons herself, allowing her to use her last hour to reveal everything she has learned to Egwene.\nVerin explains that although she was forced to swear to them or face death, she used the position to research the Ajah.\nShe gives Egwene a journal detailing the group\'s structure and nearly every member before succumbing to the poison.\nWhen the Seanchan attack the White Tower, its fractured state prevents an effective defense.\nMany Aes Sedai are captured or killed until Egwene, leading a group of novices, succeeds in driving them off.\nSiuan Sanche, Gawyn Trakand, and Gareth Bryne mount a rescue of Egwene.\nThey find her so exhausted that she cannot protest when they extract her against her orders.\nAfter awakening in the camp, she argues that they may have ruined her chances to gain credit in the Tower for the defeat of the Seanchan.\nEgwene begins to expose the Black Ajah among the rebels, requiring every sister to re-swear her allegiances.\nFifty sisters are exposed and executed, while twenty are able to escape.\nTaking advantage of the weakened White Tower defenses following the Seanchan raid, the rebels prepare an immediate attack.\nJust before the attack is mounted, the Tower Aes Sedai announce that Elaida was captured in the Seanchan raid, and that they would have Egwene as their leader, the Amyrlin Seat.\nThe rebels return and they begin rebuilding the Tower.
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conversations.value: Provide a plot for a book about Churchill, Winston, Clemmie entitled The Gathering Storm.
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conversations.value: The Gathering Storm (2002 film): In 1934, Winston Churchill is deep in his wilderness years, and struggling to complete his biography of his ancestor the Duke of Marlborough, which he hopes will revive his fortunes.\nWinston is chided by his wife Clemmie for their lack of money and is aware that as a \'man of destiny\' his moment may have passed.\nAt the same time he struggles in the House of Commons as a backbencher to get a hearing for his concerns about German re-armament under Hitler and the policy of appeasement.\nChurchill is also disappointed by the behaviour of his son Randolph Churchill (Tom Hiddleston), which leads to further arguments with Clemmie, who announces she is leaving to go on an extended overseas trip.\nChurchill is devastated and throws himself into his pet activities: painting, and building walls around the family house.\nClemmie eventually returns, and the couple are reconciled.\nDuring the same period, a young official in the government, Ralph Wigram (Linus Roache) has become concerned about the growth of the German Luftwaffe (air force), and is convinced by his wife to leak information about it to Churchill.\nShortly afterwards, Churchill uses Wigram\'s information to launch an attack on the appeasement policies of Prime Minister Stanley Baldwin (Derek Jacobi).\nIn 1936, Wigram commits suicide.\nWith Churchill\'s fortunes restored, the narrative jumps forward to September 1939, with the declaration of war against Germany at the start of World War II, and the announcement that Churchill will be taking over command of the Royal Navy again as First Lord of the Admiralty.\nAn impatient Churchill bids farewell to the staff at the country house, and travels to London.\nArriving in the middle of the night at the Admiralty, Churchill is met by a Royal Marine corporal who informs him the fleet have already been signalled that "Winston is Back", to which Churchill triumphantly replies, "And so he bloody well is.\n".
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conversations.value: \nWinston is chided by his wife Clemmie for their lack of money and is aware that as a \'man of destiny\' his moment may have passed.\nAt the same time he struggles in the House of Commons as a backbencher to get a hearing for his concerns about German re-armament under Hitler and the policy of appeasement.\nChurchill is also disappointed by the behaviour of his son Randolph Churchill (Tom Hiddleston), which leads to further arguments with Clemmie, who announces she is leaving to go on an extended overseas trip.\nChurchill is devastated and throws himself into his pet activities: painting, and building walls around the family house.\nClemmie eventually returns, and the couple are reconciled.\nDuring the same period, a young official in the government, Ralph Wigram (Linus Roache) has become concerned about the growth of the German Luftwaffe (air force), and is convinced by his wife to leak information about it to Churchill.\nShortly afterwards, Churchill uses Wigram\'s information to launch an attack on the appeasement policies of Prime Minister Stanley Baldwin (Derek Jacobi).\nIn 1936, Wigram commits suicide.\nWith Churchill\'s fortunes restored, the narrative jumps forward to September 1939, with the declaration of war against Germany at the start of World War II, and the announcement that Churchill will be taking over command of the Royal Navy again as First Lord of the Admiralty.\nAn impatient Churchill bids farewell to the staff at the country house, and travels to London.\nArriving in the middle of the night at the Admiralty, Churchill is met by a Royal Marine corporal who informs him the fleet have already been signalled that "Winston is Back", to which Churchill triumphantly replies, "And so he bloody well is.\n".
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conversations.value: The Gathering Storm
  There are many words I would like to write to you, words from my heart, but I have put this off because I knew that I must, and now there is little time. There are many things I cannot tell you lest I bring disaster, but what I can, I will. Heed carefully what I say. In a short while I will go down to the docks, and there I will confront Lanfear. How can I know that? That secret belongs to others. Suffice it that I know, and let that foreknowledge stand as proof for the rest of what I say.
  When you receive this, you will be told that I am dead. All will believe that. I am not dead, and it may be that I shall live to my appointed years. It also may be that you and Mat Cauthon and another, a man I do not know, will try to rescue me. May, I say because it may be that you will not or cannot, or because Mat may refuse. He does not hold me in the affection you seem to, and he has his reasons which he no doubt thinks are good. If you try, it must be only you and Mat and one other. More will mean death for all. Fewer will mean death for all.
  Even if you come only with Mat and one other, death also may come. I have seen you try and die, one or two or all three. I have seen myself die in the attempt. I have seen all of us live and die as captives.
  Should you decide to make the attempt anyway, young Mat knows the way to find me, yet you must not show him this letter until he asks about it. That is of the utmost importance. He must know nothing that is in this letter until he asks. Events must play out in certain ways, whatever the costs.
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conversations.value: If you see Lan again, tell him that all of this is for the best. His destiny follows a different path from mine. I wish him all happiness with Nynaeve.
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conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.. Start with the sentence 'If you see Lan again, tell him that all of this is for the best'.
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conversations.value: If you see Lan again, tell him that all of this is for the best. His destiny follows a different path from mine. I wish him all happiness with Nynaeve.
  May the Light illumine you and give you joy, my dearest Thom, whether or not we ever see one another again.
  There are channelers in Shara, known as the Ayyad, who are tattooed on their faces at birth. The women of the Ayyad enforce the Ayyad laws stringently. A sexual relationship between Ayyad and non-Ayyad is punishable by death for the non-Ayyad, and the Ayyad is also executed if force on his or her part can be proven. If a child is born of the union, it is left exposed to the elements, and dies. Male Ayyad are used as breeding stock only. They are not educated in any fashion, not even how to read or write, and when they reach their twenty-first year or begin to channel, whichever comes first, they are killed and the body cremated. Supposedly, the Ayyad channel the One Power only at the command of the Sh'boan or Sh'botay, who is always surrounded by Ayyad women.
  Even the name of the land is in doubt. The natives have been known to call it many different names, including Shamara, Co'dansin, Tomaka, Kigali and Shibouya.
  Robert Jordan was born in 1948 in Charleston, South Carolina. He taught himself to read when he was four with the incidental aid of a twelve-years-older brother, and was tackling Mark Twain and Jules Verne by five. He was a graduate of The Citadel, The Military College of South Carolina, with a degree in physics. He served two tours in Vietnam with the U.S. Army; among his decorations are the Distinguished Flying Cross with bronze oak leaf cluster, the Bronze Star with "V" and bronze oak leaf cluster, and two Vietnamese Gallantry Crosses with Palm. A history buff, he also wrote dance and theater criticism. He enjoyed the outdoor sports of hunting, fishing, and sailing, and the indoor sports of poker, chess, pool, and pipe collecting. He began writing in 1977 and continued until his death on September 16, 2007.
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conversations.value: The Gathering Storm
  An afternoon spent solving quadratic equations would have been infinitely more pleasant. I smelled like a salad. Cucumber slices for soothing puffy eyes. Blackberry vinegar for brightening dull skin. Goat's milk and honey for softening rough hands. I politely declined when my cousin offered a pinch of her goose-lard-and-pomegranate facial cream.
  It was Friday afternoon and our lessons had been canceled at the Smolny Institute so everyone could prepare for the ball. Because dressing up like a doll was much more important than studying literature or learning arithmetic.
  Matrimony. That was the true mission of the Smolny Institute for Young Noble Maidens. It was nothing more than a meat market for Russia's nobility, where princes from all across Europe sent their daughters, intending them to marry well. So there I sat, Katerina Alexandra Maria von Holstein-Gottorp, Duchess of Oldenburg. Great-great-granddaughter of Empress Josephine on my mother's side, great-great-great-granddaughter of Katerina the Great on my father's side. Princess of the royal blood. Royal meat for sale. I would rather have been dead.
  I once told Maman I wanted to attend medical school and work at one of Papa's hospitals in St. Petersburg or Moscow. I always accompanied her to the Oldenburg Children's Hospital when she made her charity visits at Christmas and Easter. I thought it would be wonderful to take care of sick children and discover cures for diseases. But Maman was horrified by the idea.
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conversations.value: Provide three more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: I still felt as if I had no one to trust, and no one to give me any rational advice. I couldn't discuss vampires and faeries and revenants with Dr. Kruglevski, and I couldn't discuss any of this with my family. Dariya was already mad at me for agreeing to marry Danilo. If I told her about my curse, she would think I had become a monster just like the Montenegrins. Grand Duchess Miechen and Princess Cantacuzene had their own subtle agendas, as did the Montenegrins. Who did that leave me with?
  Maman called for the largest of our family carriages and told Miechen she was taking me home with the doctor's blessing. The grand duchess looked unhappy to see me go. "Are you quite sure?" she asked Maman. "She looks so fragile."
  The pale winter sunshine outside seemed painfully bright to me after I'd been indoors for so long. I had to shield my eyes. "Into the carriage, dear," Maman said.
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conversations.value: "Into the carriage, dear," Maman said.. I had to shield my eyes."
  The pale winter sunshine outside seemed painfully bright to me after I'd been indoors for so long. "She looks so fragile. "Are you quite sure?" she asked Maman. The grand duchess looked unhappy to see me go. Who did that leave me with?
  Maman called for the largest of our family carriages and told Miechen she was taking me home with the doctor's blessing. Grand Duchess Miechen and Princess Cantacuzene had their own subtle agendas, as did the Montenegrins. If I told her about my curse, she would think I had become a monster just like the Montenegrins. Dariya was already mad at me for agreeing to marry Danilo. Kruglevski, and I couldn't discuss any of this with my family. I couldn't discuss vampires and faeries and revenants with Dr.I still felt as if I had no one to trust, and no one to give me any rational advice
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conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: I turned to look at him. "Like the Montenegrins. The tsar is a good man, and I will always help him, but I don't want anyone else to find out, Papa."
  Papa sat down on the velvet settee and beckoned for me to join him. "Katiya, I do not believe our tsar has the physical strength to become the bogatyr again anytime soon. The Inner Circle must find a way to defeat Konstantin without the bogatyr."
  I was filled with fear for the tsar. "Perhaps I should stay here, then. I could protect the tsar with the shadow spell. I could look up more spells to keep him hidden from Konstantin."
  I nodded, realizing he was right. But why couldn't there be a balance? Of old ways and new ways? What would become of the old ways if we forgot them? What would become of the bogatyr? And what would become of me?
  My great-grandparents on my mother's side owned a bakery in Ukraine and came to America in 1912, before the revolution. I grew up listening to stories about the bakery and about the family samovar, and I fell in love with the late imperial period of Russia—the years of Fabergé and Tchaikovsky and Tolstoy—as well as the old Russian fairy tales. I wondered what life in the late nineteenth century would have been like if tsars had possessed magical powers like the tsars of the old legends. Katerina's story grew out of this wonder.
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conversations.value: Katerina's story grew out of this wonder. "Like the Montenegrins. The tsar is a good man, and I will always help him, but I don't want anyone else to find out, Papa."
  Papa sat down on the velvet settee and beckoned for me to join him. "Katiya, I do not believe our tsar has the physical strength to become the bogatyr again anytime soon. The Inner Circle must find a way to defeat Konstantin without the bogatyr."
  I was filled with fear for the tsar. "Perhaps I should stay here, then. I could protect the tsar with the shadow spell. I could look up more spells to keep him hidden from Konstantin."
  I nodded, realizing he was right. But why couldn't there be a balance? Of old ways and new ways? What would become of the old ways if we forgot them? What would become of the bogatyr? And what would become of me?
  My great-grandparents on my mother's side owned a bakery in Ukraine and came to America in 1912, before the revolution. I grew up listening to stories about the bakery and about the family samovar, and I fell in love with the late imperial period of Russia—the years of Fabergé and Tchaikovsky and Tolstoy—as well as the old Russian fairy tales. I wondered what life in the late nineteenth century would have been like if tsars had possessed magical powers like the tsars of the old legends.I turned to look at him.