conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Baba, Yaga, Andrew&amp;'s with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'The Necromancer's House'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the first five paragraphs for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Necromancer's House
  They return to the topic of whether homosexuality is a sin or a natural state of being. Marcus always lets Arthur (his great-uncle, as it turns out) field the questions, but Andrew drags him in from time to time.
  Marcus almost laughs at that and Arthur steers the conversation back around to God's capacity for forgiveness, clearly meaning Andrew.
  When Salvador brings Andrew French-press coffee, the young man goes gray, looks at Arthur, watches Arthur nod at the servant, and doesn't understand why Arthur isn't shitting himself, too.
  Arthur raises an eyebrow at the boy, suggesting that a conversation about manners will take place on the drive back, but then he checks his watch, a big seventies-style Timex on a silver watchband.
  Salvador is standing between them and the front door, so Marcus steals for the side door leading from the kitchen.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know another paragraph?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Now they all look up, interlace their fingers, tears streaming down their cheeks as if they were all attached to the same irrigation system.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the last five paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The red-haired girl with the scarred nose and cheeks looks out the window, looks at the Kazan cathedral down below. She has spoken rarely since they got on the plane at JFK; she stirred from her heavy-lidded Xanax-and-vodka-induced stupor only long enough to change planes in Moscow; she hated the plane, hated everything about it, made it clear that she would rather overdose than be awake knowing she was over the ocean.
  She looks at Anneke now, stirring her hot chocolate with chili. The chocolate is so thick it barely runs off the spoon.
  She is not luminous, but Anneke is teaching her magic anyway, hoping she's got the brains and persistence to plod her way into magic.
  Although she occupies the same shell, she is unrecognizable as the monster that drowned Mikhail Dragomirov and so many others.
  Finally, thanks to the Burly Minstrel, Jim Hancock, whose ready guitar and mellow voice provided the soundtrack to a great many heartbreakingly beautiful sunsets on the very same McIntyre Bluffs that figure in this story.