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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Type, PAPERBACKLibrary, Congress with the genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Fantasy?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Watcher of the Dead'
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conversations.value: Provide the first four paragraphs for this book.. Start with the sentence 'Watcher of the Dead
  The remaining thirty warriors were in the process of cinching the perimeter of the camp'.
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conversations.value: Watcher of the Dead
  The remaining thirty warriors were in the process of cinching the perimeter of the camp. Ranks were already broken. Knots of warriors had formed as clansmen came to the defense of clansmen. The Unmade were blade-shaped forms striking in perfect silence. Their longknives were the best weapon for the underbrush. Vaylo could see his men struggling to swing their swords in the tangle of dogwood and sumac while the Unmade's knives pierced like darts.
  Keeping his sword close to his body, Vaylo joined the line. Straightaway he smelled the sharp, sickly odor of chyme. Someone had been struck in the gut. Gods save him. A swipe at the elbow refocused Vaylo's mind. As he spun to protect himself he caught sight of his attacker up close. Its lips were curled back like a dog's and its eyes revealed the shatter-blasted remains of an Unmade soul. Vaylo shamed himself by stepping back. He pulled the stench of gas and ice along with him. A sword slid in to the space he'd vacated. At first he couldn't understand why, then he heard a high-pitched wail as live steel deflected voided steel, forcing both blades down and into the brush.
  The Unmade gathered itself above him like ink poured into a glass of water. Vaylo lost track of the voided steel as it moved with speed, black against black. Down the line to the west he could hear soft exhalations gentled by surprise. The sound of men receiving blades through organs.
  It was a good instinct, but Vaylo doubted it would help. The Unmade were too fast. Turn your back on them and you were dead. His hope lay in the block of twelve around Nan and the bairns. They had space to move their weapons and the chance to learn from their fellow warriors' mistakes.
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conversations.value: Provide two more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: It took Bram a moment to realize that the thing stretching across the Weasel chief's face was a smile. "Unfortunately," she said, "there are a few new obstacles along the way."
  In the silence that followed Bram tried to control his cough. And failed. His lungs were burning and his diaphragm started contracting and he just couldn't stop.
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conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Nolo slaughtered them and cached the meat. Sadaluk was not a man given to sadness, but the sight of Nolo building a pyramid of stone to mark the cache site gave him pause.
  The Listener did not say anything—what good would be done?—but he did spare a thought for Nolo's young wife, Sila. He thought about all the people he himself had left behind. He recalled the time many years ago when a great ledge of ice had sheared from the sea and slammed into the village. No one had seen it coming. No one had imagined such a thing could happen.
  Sadaluk knew that from now on he must be the one to watch the ice. When it moved, when it broke open, he had to try and block it. The white bear had bound him to this task. Could one man do such a thing, halt a force of pure destruction?
  Loading their possessions on their backs, they left the cache site and hiked through a land of frozen, mounded gravel and dwarf trees. The sun moved exactly as it was supposed to, keeping to the south, and they did not realize they had entered the Great Want until the stars went missing that night.
  Sadaluk No Ears, son of Odo Many Fish, heard the sound of extinction in their absence. He stayed awake, listening, and at dawn he got his answer.