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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Vida, Rico, Lep with the genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'The Eyes of God'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the first five paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: The Eyes of God
  Special thanks to my wonderful editor, Betsy Wollheim, for welcoming me into the DAW family and for always being gracious. No writer could have a better patron.
  And finally, thanks to all of my readers, all around the world, for continuing to invite me into their lives and letting me tell my stories. Their support has been amazing, humbling, and greatly appreciated.
  His horse was a giant too, and layered in hammered bronze like its rider, so that the two formed a centaur in the ebbing light. On his head he wore no helmet, just a short-cropped blond mane, but every other inch was armored, reflecting the sinking sun. He rode at the front of his legion, abreast of his king and a full pace ahead of the standard bearer whose blue flag stood flaccid in the breeze-less air. Two lines of cavalry stretched out behind him, proud in the face of the dreaded city. They had traveled for days across good roads and bad, had drunk from the prized river Kryss, all to endure the company of enemies.
  Lukien, the Bronze Knight of Liiria, looked across the valley toward the waiting city of Hes, capital of Reec. Hes the Serene, it was called, and its walls and domed towers bespoke an easy quietude. He had seen the city before, had battled on this very plain, but he had never heard the wind whisper through the valley as it did today, and the sound startled him. Today there were no screams, no thunder of swords. Lukien lifted his face toward Hes, satisfied. Today was a good day after all.
  Akeela shrugged off the implication. "We are far off yet," he said. "When we're closer, they will meet us." The young king smiled as if nothing could sour his mood. "Put your suspicions away, Lukien. Nothing will go wrong."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is another paragraph?
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conversations.value: Trager headed to the office and knocked on the open door. Graig was at his desk, smoking. On his desk were papers and a flagon of wine. Trager noticed immediately that there were two cups, one half full, the other empty. Graig leaned back in his chair and studied Trager over the long pipe in his lips. The air stank of tobacco, a substance the immaculate Trager had always detested.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: The air stank of tobacco, a substance the immaculate Trager had always detested.. Graig leaned back in his chair and studied Trager over the long pipe in his lips. Trager noticed immediately that there were two cups, one half full, the other empty. On his desk were papers and a flagon of wine. Graig was at his desk, smoking.Trager headed to the office and knocked on the open door
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the last three paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Lukien regarded the boy and very quietly said, "It will make a prisoner of me nonetheless. I am already its slave. Have you heard? I'm to be Grimhold's defender."
  Very gently Lukien snapped the reins of his horse and sent the beast trotting toward the distant village.
  Gilwyn spun Emerald about and followed the knight, riding close beside him. He waited long minutes, not saying a word, sure that Lukien would speak again. At last the Bronze Knight was ready. He did not look at Gilwyn as he spoke but rather kept his one eye on the horizon.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about Ride.
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conversations.value: Lukien regarded the boy and very quietly said, "It will make a prisoner of me nonetheless. I am already its slave. Have you heard? I'm to be Grimhold's defender. "
  Very gently Lukien snapped the reins of his horse and sent the beast trotting toward the distant village. "Ride with me," he said. 
  Gilwyn spun Emerald about and followed the knight, riding close beside him. He waited long minutes, not saying a word, sure that Lukien would speak again. At last the Bronze Knight was ready. He did not look at Gilwyn as he spoke but rather kept his one eye on the horizon.