conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a story about Times, York, Riley with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Mystery?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this story could be 'Who Needs Enemies'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first three paragraphs for this story.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Who Needs Enemies
  This novel, unlike most of my Australian-set novels, uses a lot of Australian terms and slang. While Australia is an English speaking country, we tend to use words just a little differently to the rest of you—and words can often have several different meanings. For example, old chook—a chook is a chicken, and therefore an old chook is an old chicken, but it often also used when referring to an old woman. Yes, we Aussies are a strange lot. If you come across a word or term you don't understand, feel free to email me. I'll endeavor to explain.
  Also, it might be worth noting that while dragon shifters can talk when in dragon form, it's very hard for them to do so. As a result, their words come out rather garbled. This is reflected in the text; it is not spelling/formatting errors.
  The sense of trouble slipped across my skin like a teasing caress, making the hairs on my arms stand on end and my heart race.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The gnome shrugged. "I'm considering it now. You've got to have the right tools for these operations, you know, or things could go horribly wrong."
  I rolled my eyes and walked away. Knowing Kristo, he'd probably be standing in the same position three hours from now. I walked into the kitchen to discover the back door was wide open and Delilah nose deep in the pantry.
  Delilah grinned. "A bit of gnome rousting is always a nice way to start the day. Just watch and learn, my love." She deposited the bag of sugar on the nearest chair and pushed up the sleeve of her hot pink dressing gown as she marched to the hallway door.
  What little hair Kristo had on his head stood on end at the prospect. He nodded, then motored past us and out the back door. I half-wondered if he was making a run for it, but he reappeared seconds later, lock in hand.
  Delilah smiled and patted my arm lightly. "See, you just need to use a firm tone. Get's results, every time."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: "I'm considering it now. You've got to have the right tools for these operations, you know, or things could go horribly wrong."
  I rolled my eyes and walked away. Knowing Kristo, he'd probably be standing in the same position three hours from now. I walked into the kitchen to discover the back door was wide open and Delilah nose deep in the pantry.
  Delilah grinned. "A bit of gnome rousting is always a nice way to start the day. Just watch and learn, my love." She deposited the bag of sugar on the nearest chair and pushed up the sleeve of her hot pink dressing gown as she marched to the hallway door.
  What little hair Kristo had on his head stood on end at the prospect. He nodded, then motored past us and out the back door. I half-wondered if he was making a run for it, but he reappeared seconds later, lock in hand.
  Delilah smiled and patted my arm lightly. "See, you just need to use a firm tone. Get's results, every time."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.. End with the sentence ' I didn't need their thanks or their acknowledgment.'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: No one had told me about the funeral. No one had invited me onto the ancestral lands to sing his soul onto the evergreen fields.
  More footsteps echoed, then Moe and Curly appeared, carrying another slab of beer and a stack of pizzas. Curly slid one off the top and handed it to me with a grin, then put the rest on the coffee table. I opened the box warily and was surprised to see seafood. Just seafood and cheese, and none of the other muck they preferred. The ogres were definitely spoiling me.
  Guy reappeared, carrying beer. He handed a can out to everyone then chucked the newspaper on the floor and sat beside me. "See that Elven brother of yours got his pic in the paper again."
  The rest of my sentence was cut off by a roar from Keale. The umpire had bounced the football. The sermon had begun.
  I grinned and settled back to eat my pizza. I didn't need to hear from my father or half brother. I didn't need their thanks or their acknowledgment.