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conversations.value: a description for a book titled Changing the World about Jersey, Naylani with the genre: Self-Help, Personal Transformation
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conversations.value: the author, age 10, lives in New Jersey with her Mom, Dad, and 3 siblings. For fun Naylani likes to write, read, and do gymnastics. She hopes to one day become a best-selling author and an advocate for a better, safer world.
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conversations.value: the first five paragraphs for this book. Start with the sentence 'Changing the World
  It was a mark of King Valdemar's new teachings—for he had chosen as the motto of his kingdom the words "No one way is the true way"—that Navar felt that he might refuse this order did he think it was a task beyond his ability; and true it was that never had he commanded men and women in the field, though he was well liked by his fellow soldiers'.
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conversations.value: Changing the World
  It was a mark of King Valdemar's new teachings—for he had chosen as the motto of his kingdom the words "No one way is the true way"—that Navar felt that he might refuse this order did he think it was a task beyond his ability; and true it was that never had he commanded men and women in the field, though he was well liked by his fellow soldiers. Navar's skills had always been set to tasks where he must only command himself. Yet it was a needful task and one he did not think beyond his ability, and so he asked merely to choose those who would accompany him. And to this request Captain Arwulf made no demur, saying only that there was no better mapmaker than the one he had already chosen.
  They followed the river north and west, for rivers were natural roads, and any threat to come to Haven would come more swiftly along the water road. At each stop, Doladan sketched tirelessly, filling page after page with detailed notes, and taking samples of plants and leaves as well.
  Navar had hoped to be back in Haven by high summer, but the expedition took longer than he had planned, for the forest proved to be dark and dangerous, full of twisted creatures. When Torimund died, Doladan said angrily that that the name of the forest should be "pelagir," a word that meant "danger" in one of the Old Tongues, and Pelagiris Forest it became: Forest of Dangers. But if Torimund was the first casualty of the journey, he wasn't the last: they lost six of their twelve soldiers before they won their way home again with the first frost nipping at their heels.
  When he and his company staggered back into Haven with the maps and surveys they had paid for with the lives of half their comrades, Navar was shocked to see that the settlement he'd left—crude wooden huts and houses—had been transformed through equal application of magecraft and sweat to a city that rivaled—
  Well, perhaps not High Ashuel, the Eastern Empire's capital. But certainly one of the smaller cities in the empire they had left behind them.
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conversations.value: five more paragraphs
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conversations.value: A shape loomed out of the shadows. A meaty hand grabbed for Ree's throat. He ducked aside, gulping. It was the big one, the commander.
  Ree's lips drew back in a snarl, and he launched himself at the soldier. The man wasn't in his armor, just a shirt and pants, but he had a sword in his right hand. That wouldn't matter if Ree was right up close.
  He caught the man's shoulders, digging his claws in while he arched his back so he could get his legs up and use the toe claws where it would hurt most.
  The big bastard made a sound that might have been a scream, and Ree heard metal hit stone. His nose wrinkled at the man's smell of sour beer and worse. His toe claws got a grip, dug in.
  The man grabbed at Ree's chest, trying to pull him away. That let Ree use his right hand to dig his claws into the man's eyes, his throat.
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conversations.value: the last two paragraphs
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He looked up and down the road. No one was in sight. He began to get an odd, warm feeling in the of his stomach.
  He felt a surge of bitter disappointment. In an instant, he'd seen, he'd read, the flash of sublime joy at being Chosen, and it was gone. "So, then. A job as a sidekick. Great." He made no effort to hide the hurt. "What about the woman in Oklahoma?"