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conversations.value: Do you know a description for a book titled Whitby Vampyrrhic about Reed, I>The, Triffids</I with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction?
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conversations.value: Readers looking for the imaginative plotting and exploration of character that the author displayed in <I>The Night of the Triffids</I>, his clever sequel to John Wyndham's classic <I>The Day of the Triffids</I>, will be disappointed by this cookie-cutter story of an English town infested by the undead, set during WWII. Two friends, Beth Layne and Sally Wainwright, come to Whitby, which figures prominently in Bram Stoker's <I>Dracula</I>, to act in a film whose purpose, according to its director, Alec Reed, is to explain what it is like to live in the Britain of 1942. Instead, the two actresses and Reed wind up engaging in heroic efforts to slay all the vampires who are plaguing the area. the author fails to generate many chills, nor does he make the most of his idea that these English bloodsuckers are somehow connected to the Norse gods. <I>(May)</I> <BR>Copyright &copy; Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
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conversations.value: Do you know the first three paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: Whitby Vampyrrhic
  Except where actual historical events and characters are being described for the storyline of this novel, all situations in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to living persons is purely coincidental.
  Eleanor Charnwood ended the argument with her mother by slamming the front door. Then she raced into Whitby's tangle of narrow streets. The argument had been an old one. The same angry words received an airing at least once a week. Eleanor wanted to leave this out-of-the-way English town at the edge of the ocean and find work at one of the new advertising agencies, springing up all over London. And after London? Who knew? Paris? Berlin? New York? But Eleanor's mother always shook her head. 'No. Not ever.'
  The October sun hung low in the sky as Eleanor strode out in all her righteous fury across the swing bridge that spanned the River Esk. Her long black hair fluttered in the sea breeze; the heels of her ankle boots clicked against the pavement.
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conversations.value: Do you know five more paragraphs? End with the sentence ' Beth screamed again, then a hand covered her eyes.'.
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conversations.value: Alec and Sally now held each other, chuckling insanely, kissing each other's faces. The breeze fluttered the candles: mad shadow-dancers swarmed the walls.
  The woman had formidable strength. She dragged Beth across the cave floor. Sally and Alec still giggled away like dizzy sweethearts. The torch in Eleanor's hand sent giant, distorted shadows leaping madly. Beth struggled. The drug, however, left her disorientated; it seemed nigh impossible to coordinate her limbs, never mind actually fight the woman.
  Eleanor seized the back of Beth's head so that she could force her face to the hole in the wall. Barely four inches across, it plunged deeply into the rock. For some reason it reminded Beth of an open mouth, which revealed the throat of a beast. A notion reinforced by air rushing through it. One moment, a chilling blast into her face. Then it sucked inward, pulling her hair into the orifice. The gusts carried rich odours of ocean, kelp, shellfish and a subtle organic odour. It was by no means a foul stench. It possessed intriguing notes that tugged at a nerve.
  Eleanor shone light into the darkness. The electric beams sliced away shadows. Beth cried out at the sight that struck her eyes. In the harsh, silver radiance they were revealed with such brutal clarity. Beth gasped, shivers cascaded down her body, as her eyes focused on those squirming forms. The narrow shaft that Eleanor had once forced her arm through was no more than three feet long. It opened into a cave that adjoined Hag's Lung. Inside: squirming, writhing shapes that were moist and pale. With her face to the hole in the rock, it was almost like looking through a keyhole into a room beyond. At first, the figures seemed to consist of the same kind of flesh as shellfish – white, glistening muscular shapes, with no part of the body readily identifiable.
  As she did so, she heard a clatter of footsteps. Suddenly, figures poured through the cave entrance behind her. Hands seized her roughly. An arm encircled her neck. Beth screamed again, then a hand covered her eyes.
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conversations.value: Do you know the last two paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Beth glanced back in the direction he was smiling. She saw the underside of the clouds, and nothing more. Then she felt Tommy relax in her arms; this time the weight pulled her downwards.
  Together, they rested the body on the ground. Tommy lay, as if in a deep sleep. Eyes closed, serenely still.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: Eyes closed, serenely still.. Tommy lay, as if in a deep sleep.
  Together, they rested the body on the ground. Then she felt Tommy relax in her arms; this time the weight pulled her downwards. She saw the underside of the clouds, and nothing more.Beth glanced back in the direction he was smiling