conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Mages, Yellow, City with the genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Fantasy?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Sisters of the Raven'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Sisters of the Raven
  But though she knew she'd have to wake at dawn and face another day of exhaustion and horrors, once she lay down, Foxfire could not sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the faint glow of green mist, curling across the sands.
  Oryn was sitting beside Summerchild's bed, where he had been since they'd brought her back at midnight, when word came to him that the priests of the Veiled Gods were waiting for him before the palace gates.
  The thick sweet-scented night had seemed endless, like a dream from which he could not wake. Now and then throughout the small hours, Moth or Pebble would tell him to go get some sleep, and he'd politely agree that he needed it and would do so presently. But he knew—and they knew—that he would not and could not leave her side.
  He literally could not imagine continuing to live if Summerchild died. He supposed he must—and supposed he must make the attempt to do so, serpents, crocodiles, and poison notwithstanding. Rainsong. He was far too well acquainted with what befell the underaged children of deceased kings to entertain even the slightest hope that his daughter would not perish in the mess of rebellions, power grabs, and infighting that would follow his death.
  So he knew in an academic sort of way that he had to go on living. He had to survive the ordeals of consecration somehow.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide two more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Oryn said, "Dear gods!" and Bax said something considerably less refined. "Can your man get through?" Oryn added. "It looks like a bad storm."
  Whatever the Eater of Dreams was that seeped from the walls of tombs and transmuted the dreams of the dead into madness, the ancients had feared it, and it did not seem to have lost strength in its years of enforced quiescence. He'd seen what it could do in Three Wells. What it could do if it was drawn to a city of a hundred thousand people, he tried not to imagine.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.. End with the sentence '.'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Would they, like Pontifer Pig, gradually strengthen in their new shapes and one day become something more than a shadow in someone else's mind?
  It was time to go home. The surge of the wave washed around her knees, dragged on her white robe where she'd kilted it high. The sun was rising above the Yellow City, as the last of its light flickered and slipped from the sky above the endless sea to the west. The crashing of the waves seemed to gather her up, to bear her back through the darkness. Having touched the strength of the limitless waters, having heard the sea, she felt that she could do anything, learn anything, conquer anything.
  She reached across, wanting to touch his hair, like rough dark silk pillowed on her arm, but not wanting to wake him. And as she moved her head, she saw on the other side of the room her white novice's robe, lying where she'd discarded it last night across the little table beside the door.
  The Yellow City is in crisis. Men have always possessed the magic that sustains civilization, from healing the sick to calling the rains to keeping mice from the granaries. Now the rains are weeks late, the wells are drying up, and the Sun Mages cannot summon the powers that the empire needs to survive. When magic appears—inexplicably—in the hands of a few women, the men react swiftly and furiously. Raeshaldis, the only girl ever accepted to the College of the Sun Mages, finds the mages won't teach her the spells. Corn-Tassle Woman's budding powers can't protect her from an abusive husband. And the Summer Concubine must play the dutiful consort even as danger looms for her Raven sisters. For while famine threatens and fanatics riot, someone is killing the most gifted female magic-workers...
  The laws of magic have changed—no one knows how or why. And with that change, new perils have arisen: deadly water monsters from the depths of the Seven Lakes and a plague of madness in the desert. In the strongholds of human safety, anger and greed bloom as nobles and landchiefs fight for power. Raeshaldis, the only woman formally trained in the old systems of male magic, allies herself with the beautiful concubine Summerchild to found the Circle of the Moon—a motley group of women whose powers are unknown and unreliable. Faced with an attempt by the landchiefs to oust the king and with the efforts of her family to re-enslave her, Raeshaldis must play a deadly guessing game with untested spells and questionable allies, while an even more terrible threat awaits...