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conversations.value: a description for a book titled The Coral Kingdom about Award, DIV><P><B>the, I>We with the genre: Children's Books, Growing Up & Facts of Life
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conversations.value: <DIV><P><B>the author</B> has a background in children&rsquo;s publishing and is the author of <I>We Travel So Far</I>, <I>Once Upon a Jungle</I>, <I>The Coral Kingdom</I>, and<I>&#160;It Starts with a Seed</I>, winner of the 2017 Margaret Mallett Award for&#160;Children&rsquo;s Non-fiction and shortlisted for the UKLA Book Award 2018. Her love of natural history, words, and art have drawn her to work on books about animals and nature.</P></DIV>
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conversations.value: the first five paragraphs for this book
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conversations.value: The Coral Kingdom
  Robyn stated the plan bluntly, and then she waited. If the matriarch or Erashanoor had expected her to plead for help, they were surprised. The queen of Moonshae would make no further attempt to persuade.
  It was the ancient gatekeeper who broke the silence, and his tone was the softest it had been during this council. Erashanoor almost looked sad; certainly his attitude was regretful. "Such knowledge was once the province of the elven seafarers, and perhaps two thousand years ago you would have found crafters among the Llewyrr who could help you. But such skills are long since lost to the elves of the Outer Lands."
  Evermeet! To Alicia—to all the humans—the knowledge might as well have resided on the moon. That mystical isle was hidden somewhere in the mists of the Trackless Sea, reputedly death to any sailors who dared approach. The greatest navigators of humanity disagreed vehemently on its location or even its very existence.
  Keane spoke softly, but his voice and his presence—he was the tallest person, man or elf, in the room—commanded the attention of the Synnorian Elders. "It is said—also in legends, of course, though I have heard it from those who call it fact—that there are ways known to the elves, paths that lead to Evermeet from across the Realms. Is there such a way you could employ to aid us?"
  There was no mistaking the pain that flashed across Erashanoor's face, and Alicia felt a surge of suspicion. Had the wizard guessed at the secret of the Llewyrr? As quickly as that, her suspicions were replaced by hope. Did that mean that there was a route to Evermeet? Could her father be saved?
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conversations.value: four more paragraphs. Start with the sentence 'In the instant of recognition, his mind filled with joy, followed by nearly intolerable pain'.
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conversations.value: In the instant of recognition, his mind filled with joy, followed by nearly intolerable pain. He groaned aloud as memories came flooding back—delightful memories, each one of which only increased his anguish. He was here, she was...
  Roughly he pushed the tidal wave of memory aside. He focused on the task before him, studying the water, forcibly quelling his emotions. His heartbeat fell, pulsing slower and slower. Tristan breathed deeply, without thinking, filling his lungs with air, forcing extra oxygen into his blood, grimly determined to press forward to the last gasp of his life.
  He dove into the pool, cutting the surface like an arrow and allowing his momentum to propel him halfway down the tunnel leading from his cell. When he kicked, he moved his legs slowly, moving through the dark water with a minimum of exertion. Feeling the wall beside him, he traced the path to the four-way intersection. Here he veered to the right.
  Tristan swam without thinking, slowly draining the air that filled his lungs to bursting. Pain wrapped steel bands around his chest, slowly constricting until a red haze swam before his eyes. His throat tightened, and the urge to gasp for air swiftly approached irresistible proportions.
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conversations.value: the last four paragraphs
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conversations.value: Keane came to Alicia as she rose and leaned against the gunwale, looking across the sun-dappled expanse of sea. For once, he found his voice when he needed to.
  A fresh breeze rose from the south, bulging the longship's sail and propelling her smoothly northward, across seas that lay smooth and inviting, a clear path beckoning them toward the Moonshaes.
  Talos and Malar had no mirror now to observe the progress of their mortal servants. That artifact had been a necessary sacrifice in order to conclude the transformation they desired. But that fact bothered the Destructor little. Most of those servants, after all, had perished violently within the last day.
  The loss of Sinioth seemed a minor thing to him now, and the deaths of Sythissal and Krell-Bane mattered even less, given the way things had been resolved. After all, the power of the avatar was not gone... it had merely been converted into a new form. That form would rest for a while, of course. Even the chaotic Talos knew the value of conserving his assets. Yet sometime not too far in the future, his new servant would be ready to serve.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: Yet sometime not too far in the future, his new servant would be ready to serve.. Even the chaotic Talos knew the value of conserving his assets. That form would rest for a while, of course. it had merely been converted into a new form... After all, the power of the avatar was not gone.
  The loss of Sinioth seemed a minor thing to him now, and the deaths of Sythissal and Krell-Bane mattered even less, given the way things had been resolved. Most of those servants, after all, had perished violently within the last day. But that fact bothered the Destructor little. That artifact had been a necessary sacrifice in order to conclude the transformation they desired.
  Talos and Malar had no mirror now to observe the progress of their mortal servants.
  A fresh breeze rose from the south, bulging the longship's sail and propelling her smoothly northward, across seas that lay smooth and inviting, a clear path beckoning them toward the Moonshaes. For once, he found his voice when he needed to.Keane came to Alicia as she rose and leaned against the gunwale, looking across the sun-dappled expanse of sea