conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Times, Book, Sharp-eyed with the genre: Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Books, Literature & Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Fellow Travelers'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the first five paragraphs for this book
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Fellow Travelers
  TIME AGO ONE went out from Circle, sent by the Mother's Own Word. The one was called Moonhawk, and she knew neither the face nor the name of what she went seeking.
  The course of Seeking wound through the land and through the seasons and brought Moonhawk to a place that stank of Evil.
  It is told that she hesitated at the edge of this place and thought she would not go in. This is the first of the things told here which must without fail be said: Moonhawk thought she would not go in.
  At the moment of thinking so, she heard the Voice of the Goddess and the Words were: "Enter, thou." Obedient, Moonhawk went forward.
  The lady took a breath that brought the principals of her beauty into high display, and thrust out her lower lip.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: four more paragraphs
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Lute craned forward, gravel-dread gone to ice in his gut, saw the necklace move jerkily into the circle of light cast by the candle—and stop altogether.
  The Witch continued to work the cord, taking up the slack, then tightening the drag, until it stretched taut against the necklace, which moved no more, but lay as if welded to the floor.
  He looked back, saw Moonhawk's eyes closed and sweat on her face, the cord taut as a lute-string between her hand and the troth-gift, quivering and giving off a faint, smoky luminescence.
  The ice in his belly sent a shaft lancing upward into his chest and he came off the bench in a silent rush, meaning to shake her, to pull away the cord, even to shout—
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the last five paragraphs. Start with the sentence 'Across Sintia the Priestesses waited for the proper hour, and then covered the carved Temple figures of Moonhawk in green cloth, signifying her return to the Goddess, this time'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Across Sintia the Priestesses waited for the proper hour, and then covered the carved Temple figures of Moonhawk in green cloth, signifying her return to the Goddess, this time.
  No one dares mention that the eyes in the statues continued to glow, despite the funereal announcement.
  OUR NOVELS Agent of Change, Conflict of Honors, and Carpe Diem haven't been on the SF best-seller list, but they have reached a very persistent group of readers, many of them on the Internet.
  This year, like last, lacks a Liaden novel. Next year, in February 1999, comes our novel Plan B from Meisha Merlin. Still, our readers have asked for something for this holiday season, something Liaden. We hear you, and read our email. Hence,.
  In 1995 we brought you Two Tales of Korval, stories written as we were defining the Liaden Universe. To Cut an Edge, and A Day At The Races both dealt with recent Korval family history.