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conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled Blacker than Black about Complex, Book, Reviews with the genre: Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Books, Mystery & Thrillers.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: "Complex and dark, mystery, intrigue, twists, complex relationships, really hot sex...takes vampires into an interesting and unique new direction." - MM Good Book Reviews
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: " - MM Good Book Reviews...takes vampires into an interesting and unique new direction."Complex and dark, mystery, intrigue, twists, complex relationships, really hot sex.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Blacker than Black
  The door gives a soft click behind me and the sound draws me from my scrutiny. When I turn, Garthelle is hovering a breath away, and I flinch back. His brows arch up as if my reaction is unexpected.
  He steps forward, cutting away the distance between us. Despite the abrupt nature of his actions, the precise and disciplined ambiance of his behavior, the thread of tension thrumming along the line of his shoulders, his face gives nothing away. Garthelle has certainly mastered the art of discretion.
  Knight, then. Circling He's outmaneuvered me, aiming straight and true for my greatest weakness: freedom. I have no idea how long it will take the aural sympathy to expire. No idea how long I'd have to mask it. I stare at him, unable to breathe, unable to think, incapable of forming a single sound—let alone a witty and coherent rejoinder. He has me, thoroughly. I know he's correct and can't think of a single way around it.
  Yet none of that will stop me from shooting up. There's no way I'm willing to hand him such control. Not without a fight. Perhaps the drugs will encourage the dissipation of whatever is sustaining the pull, through severance and alienation if nothing else, however artificial.
  Garthelle takes a step back. And then another, as if abruptly aware of my proximity. "What leads you to that conclusion?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me another paragraph.
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conversations.value: He stares off over my shoulder, brows furrowing. The deep crease in his flesh is reminiscent of his earlier physical state.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
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conversations.value: I know Noire was my sire, despite his revocation of the claim. I recognize him. Dead, now—I watch his chest for movement, not daring to look away yet, but there's nothing—but that doesn't matter.
  My thanks to: Aleks, Gil, Audra, Oleg, Mike. This wouldn't have happened without each of you. It takes a village to raise a child, and you have been that to this story as it took on a life of its own.
  Finally, my gratitude to the professional staff of Riptide for their unflagging dedication to this project. Their efforts are what have brought this vision to fruition.
  Rhi's biggest failing is the inability to write a "short" story—they may begin that way, but they rarely stay small. "It's like asking someone to tell you about their life," Rhi says of the muses. "Like any real person, once you get them talking, it's unlikely they'll shut up any time soon."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I know Noire was my sire, despite his revocation of the claim. I recognize him. Dead, now—I watch his chest for movement, not daring to look away yet, but there's nothing—but that doesn't matter.
  My thanks to: Aleks, Gil, Audra, Oleg, Mike. This wouldn't have happened without each of you. It takes a village to raise a child, and you have been that to this story as it took on a life of its own.
  Finally, my gratitude to the professional staff of Riptide for their unflagging dedication to this project. Their efforts are what have brought this vision to fruition.
  Rhi's biggest failing is the inability to write a "short" story—they may begin that way, but they rarely stay small. "It's like asking someone to tell you about their life," Rhi says of the muses. "Like any real person, once you get them talking, it's unlikely they'll shut up any time soon.