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conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled The Hunting Party about Ten, Soviet, Politburo with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Thrillers & Suspense.. Start with the sentence 'Ten members of the Soviet Politburo gather at a sumptuous country home for a weekend of shooting'.
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conversations.value: Ten members of the Soviet Politburo gather at a sumptuous country home for a weekend of shooting. In reality, this winter hunt is only an excuse for an elaborate game of death filled with suspense and intrigue. A fascinating story which reads like a ruthless dissection of power. A surreal blend of realism, political fiction, and suspense.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.. Start with the sentence 'The Hunting Party
  Sometimes, for shock-value, I'll say, 'Oh, you know, I'm a housewife'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Hunting Party
  Sometimes, for shock-value, I'll say, 'Oh, you know, I'm a housewife. I just like to keep things nice at home for Julien, and look after him, make sure he's comfortable.' And I'll pretend to myself that I am very amused by the appalled silence that follows.
  It was stupid. I mean, I flirt with pretty much everyone: something Katie pointed out when we were first at university. But I know it's different with Mark – that I shouldn't lead him on.
  I hear footsteps in the corridor. Perhaps it's Julien, come to check I'm all right. Or Katie, like in the olden days. But when the door opens, slowly, it is the last person I want to see.
  I wait for him to plead with me not to tell Emma, claim he was too out of it to realise what he was doing.
  He moves aside. But as he does he reaches out, quick as a flash, to grab my upper arm. I try to twist away from him, but his fingers only tighten, gripping me so hard it stings like a Chinese burn. I feel a shot of adrenaline and pure fear. He wouldn't try anything, would he? Not here, with the others only in the next room?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.. Start with the sentence 'I'd like to say something to Katie, to apologise, maybe, but I can't find the words'.
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conversations.value: I'd like to say something to Katie, to apologise, maybe, but I can't find the words. The champagne has hit me really hard. My breath is misting in the air, but I can't actually feel the cold, wrapped as I am in my own little blanket of booze. I feel numb. I'd forgotten I had so much wine before the champagne. My thoughts are jumbled, my mind fuggy. Maybe it would be better if I were sick.
  I look around at the others. They're all grinning, but their faces, in the light thrown from the Lodge, look strange, spectral, and their smiles look like snarls.
  Mark stands poised with a new bottle of champagne. He hasn't glanced in my direction once, since the game. I'm used to having his eyes on me. I don't miss it, of course I don't. But at the same time, as I stand here in the dark, I have this feeling of being invisible... untethered... like a balloon that might suddenly float up into that starlit sky.
  I don't like it, all of a sudden. It feels like the countdown to something terrible... the explosion of a bomb. I imagine the little red lights blinking down.
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conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.. End with the sentence '
  To Katherine Nintzel, and her William Morrow Stateside dream team: Vedika Khanna, Liate Stehlik, Lynn Grady, Nyamekye Waliyaya, Stephanie Vallejo, Aryana Hendrawan, Eliza Rosenberry, Katherine Turro.'.
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conversations.value: Nick and Bo are moving back to New York. Mark has already – make of this what you will – met another almost-but-not-quite Miranda substitute at the agency where he works. Julien's path has been the most radical. He has gone off for a detox in Goa for a month – though with the lithe yoga instructor at the City gym he used to visit, so perhaps there's more to it than a desire to become a Zen master. He's told me he'll be back in time for my due date... worse luck. If I could have this baby without ever having to see him again I don't think I'd particularly mind. I'll be for ever linked to him, now. My child's father. Not quite the clean break I would have wanted – from him, and, by association, from the whole group. Still, at least I never have to go on another bloody holiday with any of them.
  Last week, when we concluded our latest case at the firm, I decided to go for a rare drink (elderflower for me) with my colleagues. They actually aren't all that bad – they might even be normal people when they're not inside the fetid air of the office, hamster-wheeling their way through contracts. There is one guy, Tom, from the litigation team, who doesn't actually look all that bad without his crumpled suit jacket, glasses, and the fear of God in his eyes.
  To my fabulous agents, Cath Summerhayes and Alexandra Machinist, who were highly supportive of this move to the dark side! And huge thanks to Luke Speed, Melissa Pimentel and Irene Magrelli.
  To Katherine Nintzel, and her William Morrow Stateside dream team: Vedika Khanna, Liate Stehlik, Lynn Grady, Nyamekye Waliyaya, Stephanie Vallejo, Aryana Hendrawan, Eliza Rosenberry, Katherine Turro.