conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled The Silver Blade about Kirkus, Reviews with the genre: Children's Books, Literature & Fiction.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: -A luscious melodrama, rich in sensuous detail from horrific to sublime, with an iridescent overlay of magic.+ - Kirkus Reviews
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first three paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Silver Blade
  It is as blind to the innocent as it is to the guilty; both receive the same dreadful, swift punishment. Never before has Death walked with such an assured step as it does in these dark days of the Reign of Terror.
  The guillotine stands in the Place de la Révolution between the Garde-Meuble and the pedestal on which the Statue of Liberty has been erected. At night it is protected against the elements by a large canvas cloth tied fast with ropes. Even covered in its bloodstained winding sheet, it is a sight that inspires fear, and it is fear itself that like a contagious fever has taken hold of the city. It takes away all rational thought, bringing with it a delirium in which even your own shadow cannot be trusted. It spares neither the wise man nor the fool, the brave man nor the coward. Fear feeds on fear and, in March of 1794, it never goes hungry, for it is the devil's own supper.
  Midnight in Paris and the bells ring out the hour, each peal skimming like a pebble over the surface of the city. Not a peaceful lullaby to end the day, but a troubled warning: "Lock your doors, close your shutters, and hide."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Silver Blade
  It is as blind to the innocent as it is to the guilty; both receive the same dreadful, swift punishment. Never before has Death walked with such an assured step as it does in these dark days of the Reign of Terror.
  The guillotine stands in the Place de la Révolution between the Garde-Meuble and the pedestal on which the Statue of Liberty has been erected. At night it is protected against the elements by a large canvas cloth tied fast with ropes. Even covered in its bloodstained winding sheet, it is a sight that inspires fear, and it is fear itself that like a contagious fever has taken hold of the city. It takes away all rational thought, bringing with it a delirium in which even your own shadow cannot be trusted. It spares neither the wise man nor the fool, the brave man nor the coward. Fear feeds on fear and, in March of 1794, it never goes hungry, for it is the devil's own supper.
  Midnight in Paris and the bells ring out the hour, each peal skimming like a pebble over the surface of the city. Not a peaceful lullaby to end the day, but a troubled warning: "Lock your doors, close your shutters, and hide.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Têtu watched him leave, tears streaming down his face. "Anis, what should I do? Tell me, what should I do?"
  Later that night Didier wearily made his way back into the theater. He found Têtu sitting at Citizen Aulard's desk, his face tear-stained, looking as old as Time itself.
  In the Café du Coin the company of actors was celebrating its last performance. Colombine had just met a young man who seemed to be devoted to her. Tonight Anselm was capitalizing on his newly discovered assets.
  And standing on a table Colombine sang, her voice not strong, but sweet with an innocence that she had never possessed.
  A stagehand rushed over. "Yann," he said, louder than he meant to. "What has happened? Why are you back?"
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conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Didier was sitting with Dufort and the monkey, "the viscount," who was remarkably well behaved and well dressed. Basco was in his element talking to Juliette.
  Têtu, silently observing the proceedings, could see in the flickering light of the candles that the spirits were watching them. Anis, with Manouche by her side, was there to give her blessing.
  The champagne flowed and, as the great doors opened and the little collection of musicians began to play, everyone stood, glasses raised.
  Yann saw the threads of light spinning around them, all silvery, diamond, ruby bright, and knew that shadows were but passing clouds. Putting his hands to Sido's face he kissed her.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Putting his hands to Sido's face he kissed her..
  Yann saw the threads of light spinning around them, all silvery, diamond, ruby bright, and knew that shadows were but passing clouds.
  The champagne flowed and, as the great doors opened and the little collection of musicians began to play, everyone stood, glasses raised. Anis, with Manouche by her side, was there to give her blessing.
  Têtu, silently observing the proceedings, could see in the flickering light of the candles that the spirits were watching them. Basco was in his element talking to Juliette.Didier was sitting with Dufort and the monkey, "the viscount," who was remarkably well behaved and well dressed