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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Window, Joseph, Niagara with the genre: Children's Books, Literature & Fiction?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Always There'
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conversations.value: the first two paragraphs for this book
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conversations.value: Always There
  You can tell Chastaine that we are slaughtering two cattle for tonight, not three, and if he thinks that insufficient, then he and the hunters should learn how to aim." A familiar laugh came from behind him and Lyon whipped around to direct his scowl upon the proper target.
  Lyon shook his head and began to rapidly list off the numbers he had calculated and gone over a hundred times or more, until Chastaine at last held up his hands in defeat. "Satisfied?"
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conversations.value: Perhaps now Kodey would choose to go somewhere else. Strange that amongst all of the thoughts plaguing him, he had not once considered the possibility that Kodey would leave Castle Triad. The way he looked upon the duke, however, all smiles and eagerness with the occasional flustering that belied his youth, Brice could all too painfully see Kodey becoming enamored of the thrice-damned fool.
  He vaguely recalled the Duke of Lons, although they had seldom crossed paths back when Brice had lived in the royal palace as a messenger for the king. There had been nothing about the duke he had particularly liked or disliked, although he had noted that the duke was at ease in the life of a noble. It was an ease that even then Brice had known he himself would never possess. Nay, he was at ease only with his kitchens and his arrows.
  His fingers moved of their own volition to the small bundle of cloth still tucked into his belt. He had risen early that morning to get ahead in his chores, just so he might have the hours to spare to journey to the village in order to fetch the gift he had commissioned some months ago. Nothing like what a fancy duke could afford, of course. The thought was a bitter one, settling unpleasantly in his stomach. A stronger, wiser man would accept the situation for what it was—Kodey finally coming of age and realizing that there was much more to the world than one castle and a single red-haired cook. 'Twas perhaps fortunate that the events of the day had passed, for they brought the reality of the situation to the fore much more rapidly than it might have otherwise come. This way, no terrible mistakes had been made.
  Brice closed his fist over his paltry gift and pondered tossing it into the well. Tempting, but he knew he would never be able to bring himself to do it. His only regret now was the inscription; it had been an impulse he would have done better to resist. At the time it had seemed so fitting and he realized now that perhaps more wistfulness had gone into it than he cared to admit. Although knowing Kodey, it would matter not. He would not notice the inscription lest someone else pointed it out to him.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: He would not notice the inscription lest someone else pointed it out to him.. Although knowing Kodey, it would matter not. At the time it had seemed so fitting and he realized now that perhaps more wistfulness had gone into it than he cared to admit. His only regret now was the inscription; it had been an impulse he would have done better to resist. Tempting, but he knew he would never be able to bring himself to do it.
  Brice closed his fist over his paltry gift and pondered tossing it into the well. This way, no terrible mistakes had been made. 'Twas perhaps fortunate that the events of the day had passed, for they brought the reality of the situation to the fore much more rapidly than it might have otherwise come. A stronger, wiser man would accept the situation for what it was—Kodey finally coming of age and realizing that there was much more to the world than one castle and a single red-haired cook. The thought was a bitter one, settling unpleasantly in his stomach. Nothing like what a fancy duke could afford, of course. He had risen early that morning to get ahead in his chores, just so he might have the hours to spare to journey to the village in order to fetch the gift he had commissioned some months ago.
  His fingers moved of their own volition to the small bundle of cloth still tucked into his belt. Nay, he was at ease only with his kitchens and his arrows. It was an ease that even then Brice had known he himself would never possess. There had been nothing about the duke he had particularly liked or disliked, although he had noted that the duke was at ease in the life of a noble.
  He vaguely recalled the Duke of Lons, although they had seldom crossed paths back when Brice had lived in the royal palace as a messenger for the king. The way he looked upon the duke, however, all smiles and eagerness with the occasional flustering that belied his youth, Brice could all too painfully see Kodey becoming enamored of the thrice-damned fool. Strange that amongst all of the thoughts plaguing him, he had not once considered the possibility that Kodey would leave Castle Triad.Perhaps now Kodey would choose to go somewhere else
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conversations.value: the last five paragraphs
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conversations.value: Corentin startled. "Absurd. You need rest proper; I would do naught but likely cause further injury... and it is absurd an idea beyond that."
  Corentin struggled to summon some argument, for truly he should let Yvain rest proper... but they refused to form or be given voice, and he conceded defeat with a sigh, although he felt foolish indeed.
  Bending, he removed his boots and set them alongside Yvain's at the foot of the bed, then draped his cloak over a chair, his sword belt hung over that. He returned to the bed with no small amount of trepidation, but refused to give surrender to it when Yvain watched him so intently, so anxiously. Lifting the covers, he slid carefully beneath them, wary of causing further injury to Yvain—but barely had he settled when Yvain tugged him close, and suddenly that mouth he had ne'er forgotten covered his, warm and pliant, Even the lingering taste of the vile potion could not banish the pleasure of the kiss, that he was being permitted the kiss... and would be permitted many more.
  Corentin smiled faintly, some of the tension holding him tight easing, and settled down with his head upon Yvain's shoulder. "Sleep, knave."
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conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
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conversations.value: Check out more of her work at LT3 Press!. "Absurd. You need rest proper; I would do naught but likely cause further injury... and it is absurd an idea beyond that."
  Corentin struggled to summon some argument, for truly he should let Yvain rest proper... but they refused to form or be given voice, and he conceded defeat with a sigh, although he felt foolish indeed.
  Bending, he removed his boots and set them alongside Yvain's at the foot of the bed, then draped his cloak over a chair, his sword belt hung over that. He returned to the bed with no small amount of trepidation, but refused to give surrender to it when Yvain watched him so intently, so anxiously. Lifting the covers, he slid carefully beneath them, wary of causing further injury to Yvain—but barely had he settled when Yvain tugged him close, and suddenly that mouth he had ne'er forgotten covered his, warm and pliant, Even the lingering taste of the vile potion could not banish the pleasure of the kiss, that he was being permitted the kiss... and would be permitted many more.
  Corentin smiled faintly, some of the tension holding him tight easing, and settled down with his head upon Yvain's shoulder. "Sleep, knave."
  She loves to hear from her readers, and can be found on Livejournal, Twitter, Tumblr, and her website.Corentin startled.