conversations.from: human
conversations.value: a title for a book about Ash, Kansas, Coronado with the genre: Teen & Young Adult, Science Fiction & Fantasy
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Blood and Salt'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first three paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Blood and Salt
  Ropes dug into her ankles as she swayed from the chandelier. Blood traced a line from the familiar cut across the palm of her hand to one of her delicate fingertips. The drop quivered before joining the little puddle headed for my twin's cereal bowl. I pulled it out of the way, sloshing rice milk and granola onto the table.
  Ignoring him, I dumped his soggy old-man cereal into the sink. I knew he couldn't see the blood, but I couldn't bear to watch death touch him.
  My mother moved barefoot through the open kitchen, her long chestnut hair swinging behind her as she lit a bundle of sage. "To ward off grouchiness."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Ignoring him, I kept pumping. When I reached thirty, I tilted his head back and pinched his nose, but when I leaned over to blow, someone gripped me hard underneath my arms and yanked me away.
  Rhys's eyes finally opened, his pupils looked like tiny drops of ink in a bed of moss. "Crow," he whispered.
  When I turned back to Dane, he was already gone, rushing to the sidelines to help calm the agitated crowd.
  I knew it was crazy, but I had an inexplicable urge to run after it. I had to dig my fingers into the earth to stop myself.
  After helping Rhys to his feet, we stood at the back of the gathering. I couldn't stop from peeking through the crowd at Tommy's body. His skin had a strange bluish tint, his eyes, sunken, his plump face, now gaunt—like every bit of blood had been wrung from his body.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: His skin had a strange bluish tint, his eyes, sunken, his plump face, now gaunt—like every bit of blood had been wrung from his body. When I reached thirty, I tilted his head back and pinched his nose, but when I leaned over to blow, someone gripped me hard underneath my arms and yanked me away.
  Rhys's eyes finally opened, his pupils looked like tiny drops of ink in a bed of moss. "Crow," he whispered.
  When I turned back to Dane, he was already gone, rushing to the sidelines to help calm the agitated crowd.
  I knew it was crazy, but I had an inexplicable urge to run after it. I had to dig my fingers into the earth to stop myself.
  After helping Rhys to his feet, we stood at the back of the gathering. I couldn't stop from peeking through the crowd at Tommy's body.Ignoring him, I kept pumping.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: My NYC write night posse—Bridget Casey, Kristi Olson, Kathryn Holmes, Edith Cohen, Ghenet Myrthil, Erin Slattery. XO
  The Freshman Fifteens—so lucky to be a part of this amazing group of writers. Special mention to Jasmine Warga, Lee Kelly, Kelly Loy Gilbert, Jenn Marie Thorne, and Virginia Boecker for being true confidantes. Shout-out to the Fearless Fifteens who made this such a fun journey. Sabaa Tahir for that phone call—you know which one. And Adam Silvera for the best hugs.
  My family—Maddie Liggett and Rahm Liggett. Thanks for sharing me with this imaginary world and for letting me hijack parts of your personality. I wrote this for you.
  My parents, John and Joyce, and my sister, Cristie—you always told me I could do anything I wanted in life. Thankfully, I believed you.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: My NYC write night posse—Bridget Casey, Kristi Olson, Kathryn Holmes, Edith Cohen, Ghenet Myrthil, Erin Slattery. XO
  The Freshman Fifteens—so lucky to be a part of this amazing group of writers. Special mention to Jasmine Warga, Lee Kelly, Kelly Loy Gilbert, Jenn Marie Thorne, and Virginia Boecker for being true confidantes. Shout-out to the Fearless Fifteens who made this such a fun journey. Sabaa Tahir for that phone call—you know which one. And Adam Silvera for the best hugs.
  My family—Maddie Liggett and Rahm Liggett. Thanks for sharing me with this imaginary world and for letting me hijack parts of your personality. I wrote this for you.
  My parents, John and Joyce, and my sister, Cristie—you always told me I could do anything I wanted in life.