conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled When Shadows Fall about Upper, Midwest, Alverno with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Mystery.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: the author has always lived in the Upper Midwest, earning her degree from Alverno College in Milwaukee. Her working life has revolved around words--editor of the student newspaper, reporter for the local press, cataloger in her hometown library. She is the author of three previous novels of romantic suspense and numerous short stories and essays. Married, she and her husband share their home with a variety of companion animals. They live near the shore of Lake Michigan.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first paragraph for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: When Shadows Fall
  Mankin looked nervous, took another tablet and washed it down. It had been three hundred years since an expedition of any major import had been planned in this chamber. All the major expeditions formed on Centauri now where food, fuel, and crews were plentiful. The bombastic tone of Smit had battered Mankin. He looked at Greto.
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conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.. Start with the sentence 'Moffat couldn't but Old Keno was talking again, pointing to a tiny pinpoint, which was their fire, and the gleam, which was the spacecan, beside it'.
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conversations.value: Moffat couldn't but Old Keno was talking again, pointing to a tiny pinpoint, which was their fire, and the gleam, which was the spacecan, beside it.
  The disrespect in this made Constable Moffat wince. But he took station as requested. Lying across a frying hot rock with the night air broiling him, he laid the searing stock of the rifle against his cheek. He trained, as ordered, on the party about the fire.
  He almost didn't care about what happened to himself anymore. He knew that the rock was burning him. He knew that the rifle barrel was raising a welt on his cheek. He felt some slight relief that his now-bleeding feet were off the ground. But he just didn't seem to care. There was the job to be done and that was all that mattered.
  His body had been so beaten that his mind couldn't or wouldn't look at anything but the immediate present. All the concentration and will of his being was centered on this task. He would accomplish his purpose if it were the last purpose he would ever serve.
  The three men in front of the fire were laughing, oblivious of any pursuit, certain in their security at least for the next few hours. Before dawn they would be out of the atmosphere and beyond reach. They had a big kettle in which they were boiling baybeef. From time to time one of them would pass another some particularly choice bit.
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conversations.value: Give me the last two paragraphs.
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