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conversations.value: a title for a book about Jason, Wisconsin, Arizona with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Mythology & Folk Tales
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'The Bone Witch'
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conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled The Bone Witch about Despite, Japanese, Raised with the genre: Teen & Young Adult, Literature & Fiction.
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conversations.value: Despite uncanny resemblances to Japanese revenants, the author has always maintained her sense of humor. Raised in Manila, Philippines, she keeps four pets: a dog, two birds, and a husband. She's been a technical writer and travel blogger, but now makes things up for a living. Connect with Rin at www.rinchupeco.com.
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conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled The Bone Witch about Tea's, Tea, Dark with the genre: Teen & Young Adult, Literature & Fiction.. Start with the sentence 'Gr 7 Upthe author craftily weaves magic, intrigue, and mystery into a captivating tale that will leave readers begging for the promised sequel'.
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conversations.value: Gr 7 Upthe author craftily weaves magic, intrigue, and mystery into a captivating tale that will leave readers begging for the promised sequel. Being a witch, or an asha, is not out of the ordinary in Tea's world, but being a "bone witch" is another matter entirely. After Tea accidentally raises her brother from the dead, she discovers that she is destined to become one of the infamous Dark asha. Dreaded and feared yet highly valued for their services, the Dark asha are the only ones who can tame the demonic daeva, who threaten the kingdoms, but their taming comes at great expense. Tea must decide if the cost of losing her life, one battle at a time, is worth staving off the demonic onslaught. Or can she choose another path to save herself, her friends, and the boy she loves? Chapters alternating between her past and present seamlessly narrate the novel, leading up to Tea's mysterious exile. Because the plotlines have yet to converge in this installment, the book ends on the most excruciating of cliff-hangers. the author uses vivid, descriptive detail, with nominal coarse language and violence, to set a rich tone that immerses readers in a vibrant and believable world. The short alternating chapters help move the story along quickly. VERDICT A strong choice for engaging reluctant readers and younger fans of fantasy who might not be ready to heft titles by Ursula K. LeGuin or Tamora Pierce.Rose Garrett, Cliff Valley School, Atlanta
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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: The Bone Witch
  The beast raged; it punctured the air with its spite. But the girl was fiercer. She held no weapons except for the diamonds glinting like stars above her brow, against hair like a dark mass of sky. She wore no armor save a beautiful hua of mahogany and amber spun from damask silk, a golden dragon embroidered down its length, its body half-hidden by her waist wrap. She raised her arm, and I saw nothing. But the creature saw, and its wrath gentled, until it did little but whimper.
  Seventeen, I thought. She could not be older than seventeen years. Seventeen could explain the poetry of her face, with her skin brown and unblemished. Seventeen explained the pertness of her nose, the determined tilt to her chin. But seventeen did not explain the oldness in her eyes, large twin pools of black from where no light could escape.
  The girl stood beside the fiend. It was four times as tall and weighed a hundred tons, but it shrunk from the touch of her hand. It was an elephant-like beast, with a hide the color of dead trees and a mouth full of teeth as large as tusks, but it did not attack. It bore fangs like knives, each canine more jagged than the next, but it was afraid. They made for a bizarre sight: the girl and the monster on a beach of ash and silt, while waves crashed against the shore and sent up sprays of seawater and salt.
  The girl smiled. She stroked its misshapen jaw and leaned toward the hideous, yellowing teeth as if she had a secret to share.
  The daeva sighed, a relieved sound. It toppled onto its side, raised its head beseechingly at her one last time, and died.
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conversations.value: The night I was due to make my first appearance, Rahim and Chesh arrived at the Valerian to help me prepare. Rahim told me rather gleefully that he had just made his first hua for Likh and was pleased with how things were progressing. "Guaranteed, no one will look at him and see a boy," he promised me.
  The hua was of a modest design—tiny butterflies climbed up its sides, white against a cornflower-blue background interspersed with small lilies. Rahim showed me how to tuck the waist wrap around me to prevent any folds and ungainly creases in the robe. A small elegance spell made from some of the vials prepared for me by the Dawnseed apothecary had been woven in, but try as I might, I could not detect their magic—only a faint sense of them but nothing else.
  Chesh showed me the kinds of hairpins and combs that went well with the dress. Tonight I wore a tortoiseshell comb adorned with tiny diamonds that would help inspire gaiety and a hairpin with white flutters and an aquamarine gem set on top, which has a soothing spell. As always, I wore my crescent pin. Then she began to paint my face, showing me how to use my color sticks and pigments to properly contour my face.
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conversations.value: I followed them as they moved across the beach, onto the road that stretched into the kingdom of Daanoris. A cold wind blew from the north, and with it the promise of night—a growing darkness tempered only by the moon above, burning with all the light to see.
  My gratitude to Rebecca, my first and constant cheerleader/agent extrordinaire, who will always and forever rock.
  To Les, who often worries about the strange worlds inside my head despite having married me. "You're weird." "I know, honey."
  To my baby, Ezio, the reason this story was completed three months later than expected. Still worth it.
  Rin Chupeco wrote obscure manuals for complicated computer programs, talked people out of their money at event shows, and did many other terrible things. She now writes about ghosts and fairy tales but is still sometimes mistaken for a revenant. Find her at rinchupeco.com.
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conversations.value: A cold wind blew from the north, and with it the promise of night—a growing darkness tempered only by the moon above, burning with all the light to see.
  My gratitude to Rebecca, my first and constant cheerleader/agent extrordinaire, who will always and forever rock.
  To Les, who often worries about the strange worlds inside my head despite having married me. "You're weird." "I know, honey."
  To my baby, Ezio, the reason this story was completed three months later than expected. Still worth it.
  Rin Chupeco wrote obscure manuals for complicated computer programs, talked people out of their money at event shows, and did many other terrible things. She now writes about ghosts and fairy tales but is still sometimes mistaken for a revenant. Find her at rinchupeco.com.