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conversations.value: Provide a description for a book titled No Quest for the Wicked about Enchanted, Inc, Texas with the genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Fantasy.. Start with the sentence 'the author is the author of the Enchanted Inc'.
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conversations.value: the author is the author of the Enchanted Inc. series of humorous contemporary fantasy novels, including Enchanted, Inc., Once Upon Stilettos, Damsel Under Stress, Don't Hex with Texas, Much Ado About Magic, No Quest for the Wicked, and Kiss and Spell. She's also contributed essays to a number of books on pop culture topics, including Everything I Needed to Know About Being a Girl, I Learned from Judy Blume, Serenity Found, Perfectly Plum and So Say We All. When she's not writing, she's usually discussing books and television on the Internet, singing in or directing choirs, taking ballet classes or attempting to learn Italian cooking. She lives in Irving, Texas, with several hardy houseplants and a lot of books.
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conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: No Quest for the Wicked
  To emphasize Owen's point, Granny gave Rod a light whack across the legs with her cane. "You can focus better than that," she scolded. "Ignore the brooch. You don't strike me as the kind of young man who'd take orders from jewelry. Show some backbone!" She punctuated her pep talk with yet another tap from her cane.
  Shouts behind us made me pause to look back to see a commotion in the crowd. I couldn't help but scream as Sylvester came rushing out of the crowd of elves and fairies, tossing them aside to clear his path as he ran right at us.
  Then the Elf Lord came to a stop as he seemed to notice for the first time that we were surrounded by elves, fairies, and other magical folk. He swayed slightly, then raised his voice and called out, "My people! They've stolen something that rightly belongs to all of us! You must help me get it back!"
  That set Sylvester off again. With a wordless scream of rage, he turned and ran at us. "Do it!" Owen shouted.
  Granny bought me a couple of seconds with another whack of her cane that I wasn't sure Sylvester even felt, though it did break his stride. When Sylvester came at me, I jabbed the dart into his neck.
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conversations.value: Provide four more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: At the next intersection, I ran into Rod and Granny, who'd caught up with us. "After her!" I panted, relieved to hand the baton over to someone else and catch my breath.
  Sam glided down to give her a good scare and send her down a side street where there was less traffic, and therefore fewer opportunities for her to cause more mayhem. Unfortunately, that meant she ran a block, then darted straight into traffic crossing Park Avenue. The cars all barely missed her, thanks to the Knot's protection. Granny raised her cane and brought traffic to a halt so she and Rod could follow. I couldn't tell if she'd used magic or played the little old lady card. Then again, this was New York. She had to be using magic to stop traffic.
  Owen and I had no such magical advantage. The best we could do was follow in their wake and hope that Granny's spell didn't wear off before we got across the street. It did. We barely reached the median, then had to wait for the signal to change before it was safe to make it the rest of the way across the avenue.
  It was as though the brooch also gave Mimi superstrength and endurance in addition to power and invulnerability, because I didn't think there was any other way she could keep up this kind of pace while running in three-inch heels, no matter how many spin classes she took.
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conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Rod took charge of Raphael, and we all started to leave the platform, but someone behind us cleared his throat. We turned to see Earl standing there, looking sheepish. "I don't suppose you're hiring," he said. "I probably don't have a job after attacking my boss, and I think I blew my cover as a spy in his court. I may even need to hide for a while if he figures out I tied him up before he woke up."
  It was probably a good thing I was too tired to think much about what had just happened to me or I'd have been like a kid on Christmas morning with a complicated new electronic toy that had come without instructions. I'd have wanted to play with my new powers, but I wouldn't have had the slightest idea how to use them or what to do with them.
  I knew I had a lot of work ahead of me, and I didn't know what Owen having his powers back meant for him, since it would make people even more suspicious of him and it would stop his research on the Ephemera. But I figured we could worry about all that the next morning. Make that next week. It was already very early Friday morning, and we deserved a break. I suspected even Owen would take the whole weekend off.
  It was too bad my grandmother had come to stay. It was the first time in ages when Owen didn't have any pressing problem to work on and would likely be under orders to stay home and rest. We were both too tired to get up to anything interesting, but it would have been a great time for a good, long cuddle and some privacy. The glance we exchanged on the way to the car told me he felt the same way. A warm tingle flowed upward from our joined hands as he laced his fingers through mine.
  If this was what was possible when we shared a magical connection, then it appeared that I had a lot to look forward to—whenever my grandmother finally left town.
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conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
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conversations.value: We turned to see Earl standing there, looking sheepish. "I don't suppose you're hiring," he said. "I probably don't have a job after attacking my boss, and I think I blew my cover as a spy in his court. I may even need to hide for a while if he figures out I tied him up before he woke up."
  It was probably a good thing I was too tired to think much about what had just happened to me or I'd have been like a kid on Christmas morning with a complicated new electronic toy that had come without instructions. I'd have wanted to play with my new powers, but I wouldn't have had the slightest idea how to use them or what to do with them.
  I knew I had a lot of work ahead of me, and I didn't know what Owen having his powers back meant for him, since it would make people even more suspicious of him and it would stop his research on the Ephemera. But I figured we could worry about all that the next morning. Make that next week. It was already very early Friday morning, and we deserved a break. I suspected even Owen would take the whole weekend off.
  It was too bad my grandmother had come to stay. It was the first time in ages when Owen didn't have any pressing problem to work on and would likely be under orders to stay home and rest. We were both too tired to get up to anything interesting, but it would have been a great time for a good, long cuddle and some privacy. The glance we exchanged on the way to the car told me he felt the same way. A warm tingle flowed upward from our joined hands as he laced his fingers through mine.
  If this was what was possible when we shared a magical connection, then it appeared that I had a lot to look forward to—whenever my grandmother finally left town.