conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for a book with the title 'The Native Star'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Native Star
  Next to it, her real hand seemed large and clumsy. But then again, her real hand was alive. She placed this living hand on a small golden ball that rested beside her on the windowsill. It was somewhat smaller than a croquet ball, decoratively engraved. It was called a rooting ball. Hermetically sealed, it contained a special nutrient fluid in which Komé's acorn was suspended—it was hoped that the acorn would sprout and root so that it could be planted. Emily closed her eyes and felt for the spirit of Komé; the Holy Woman shifted comfortingly beneath Emily's touch.
  Emily liked the grand finality of Miss Pendennis' statement. And while she was highly pleased that the threat to the great consciousness of the earth was ended, the first thing that crossed her mind was Lost Pine. Now that Baugh's Patent Magicks was out of business for good, there was sure to be plenty of work waiting for her there.
  So confident of his abilities, he was willing to risk the lives of everyone around him to see his plans fulfilled, Emily thought. "How's Mr. Tarnham?" she asked quietly.
  Emily looked at her ivory hand. "I guess Caul wasn't the only one with a ready supply of Sergeant Booths."
  Miss Pendennis shook her head, letting the dark sentiment linger for a moment before dispelling it with a falsely bright tone.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Emily walked into the empty hall and took a deep breath. The sun came through the windows; the day was beautiful for traveling. She let the breath out. The carriage was waiting. She walked away from the office quickly, her heels clicking on the marble floor.
  She paused only a moment beneath the statue of the wise-looking goddess that held up the Veneficus Flame. She looked up. The flame was high and strong. Emily placed her hand on the statue and closed her eyes; she could feel the power of Ososolyeh thrumming beneath her fingertips.
  Emily opened her eyes slowly. She considered walking away until she could not hear his voice anymore. But she turned, looking at him. He was standing some distance from her, pinching the edge of his hat between his fingers.
  She drew herself up and tried to look down her nose at him, but found it impossible given their difference in height.
  She took his arm. He was warm as always. Burning up from the inside. The last time she'd been this close to him, he'd been as cold as ice. The memory made her shudder.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.. End with the sentence ', New York.'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Zeno slapped a hand on the table with remembered indignation. "Do you know what he said to me when I reminded him that there were still larger goals to be considered?"
  The men contemplated this in silence for a long time. Perun smoked his cigarette down to a scant nub, flicked it onto the flagstones, and watched it burn itself out.
  Volos' Anodyne, the unripened fruit of the Sini Mira's profoundest scientific mind. It was always thought lost, uncompleted... but if Komé spoke the truth, it existed—somewhere. This was hope, great and brilliant, and all too fragile.
  Perun sat alone on the terrace for a long time after he was gone, smoking and thinking. He watched the sun go down, listened to the sounds of darkness closing in. Finally, when the last cigarette in his case was gone, he barked a laugh that resounded off the inkstroke trees. He lifted a glass of now-cold tea in a salute to the rising moon.
  Published in the United States by Spectra, an imprint of The Random House Publishing Group, a division of Random House, Inc., New York.