conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled The Unfailing Light about ROBIN, BRIDGES's, Gathering with the genre: Children's Books, Literature & Fiction.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: ROBIN BRIDGES's previous YA novel is The Gathering Storm , Volume I in the Katerina Trilogy.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Unfailing Light
  The grand duchess's eyebrow rose sharply. "Wouldn't she? Does she not hunt the darkness one night a month?"
  Instead of answering my question directly, she countered, "And neither do you, Katerina Alexandrovna. You must remember that, no matter whom you love."
  It was the cold, hard truth. Regardless of the fact that I tried to use my dark powers only to help people, the empress would never look upon me as a daughter-in-law. She would always see me as a tainted, Dark Court creature. And she and the tsar would never allow me to even dream of a future with George Alexandrovich. I looked away through the window, at the gray and barren gardens passing by. "I shall never forget, Your Imperial Highness. May I return to my friends, please?"
  The grand duchess smiled at me, her tiny fangs showing. "There is hope for you yet, my dear. Your young man is in line for the position of Koldun one day, once my Vladimir is gone. A Koldun is almost as powerful as the tsar. It is much easier for a Light Court member to fall into the shadow of the Dark Court."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Unfailing Light
  The grand duchess's eyebrow rose sharply. "Wouldn't she? Does she not hunt the darkness one night a month?"
  Instead of answering my question directly, she countered, "And neither do you, Katerina Alexandrovna. You must remember that, no matter whom you love."
  It was the cold, hard truth. Regardless of the fact that I tried to use my dark powers only to help people, the empress would never look upon me as a daughter-in-law. She would always see me as a tainted, Dark Court creature. And she and the tsar would never allow me to even dream of a future with George Alexandrovich. I looked away through the window, at the gray and barren gardens passing by. "I shall never forget, Your Imperial Highness. May I return to my friends, please?"
  The grand duchess smiled at me, her tiny fangs showing. "There is hope for you yet, my dear. Your young man is in line for the position of Koldun one day, once my Vladimir is gone. A Koldun is almost as powerful as the tsar. It is much easier for a Light Court member to fall into the shadow of the Dark Court.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: But when we were finished eating, and Papa and Petya had joined us in the drawing room for a game of cards that did not involve fortune-telling, the footman delivered a letter to Maman.
  I was reminded of the owl we'd seen on the Anichkov Bridge the night I saved the Koldun. The hair on the back of my neck stood up as I bent down to retrieve the feather. It had grown uncomfortably warm in the already cozy room. "Maman?" I asked as I held the feather out to her.
  Maman hastily stuffed the letter back in its envelope. "She is ill, the poor dear. I must go to her immediately." She glanced around at all of us as I stood up to accompany her. "No, Katiya. You must stay here."
  Maman rushed in again, with her coat in her arms. She looked at my aunt. "Zenaida Dmitrievna, I'm afraid I must ask you to go with me."
  Dariya looked as bewildered as me. Maman and Aunt Zina were gone before anyone could say another word.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: George grew silent. I glanced up at the stage, where the entire graduating class of the Imperial Ballet School stood. Suddenly, he slumped back in his seat. "George, what is wrong?" I whispered. His brother twisted around in his seat and looked at him with concern.
  But I noticed he held his hand to his chest as he walked down the aisle toward the exit. He looked paler by the second. At a nod from his father, a member of the imperial guard followed him out.
  I could not concentrate on the rest of the graduation dances. George's health was still in danger and I felt helpless. I promised myself that I would speak with Dr. Badmaev the very next morning. Becoming the Tibetan's pupil would at least give me something to take my mind off my worries. And I hoped that Eastern medicine would provide a way for me to help George. Perhaps a way to help my mother as well.
  Having a plan made me feel somewhat better. I tried to enjoy the final dance of the ceremony, performed by the best student of the ballet school's graduating class.