conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for a book with the title 'Running with the Demon'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Running with the Demon
  He climbed to his feet and walked out into the hall, the first stirrings of anxiety roiling his stomach. Evelyn was already standing in the foyer, rooted in place six feet from the front door, as if this was as close as she dared to come. She held her cigarette in one hand, its smooth, white length burning slowly to ash, a silent measure of the promptness of his response. The look his wife gave him was unreadable. They had come home together at dusk, bidding John Ross good night and leaving Nest with her friends. They had unpacked the leftover food and eating utensils from the picnic basket, unloaded the cooler, and put away the blanket. Evelyn had barely spoken as they worked, and Old Bob had not asked what she was thinking.
  He released the latch and swung the door wide. Four youngsters were huddled together in the halo of the porch light, staring back at him through the screen. Nest's friends. He recognized their faces and one or two of their names. Enid Scott's oldest boy. Cass Minter. John and Alice Heppler's son. That pretty little girl who always looked like she was on her way to a photo shoot.
  The Heppler boy was the one who spoke. "Mr. Freemark, can you come help us find Nest, please? We've looked everywhere, and it's like she dropped into a hole or something. And we tried to find John Ross, like she asked, but he's disappeared, too. I think Danny Abbott knows what's happened to her, but he just laughs at us."
  Robert Heppler, Old Bob remembered suddenly. That was the boy's name. What had he said? "What do you mean, Nest has dropped into a hole?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He dumped the pizza in the trash and brought out the second device, this one fashioned a little differently than the other to accomplish its intended purpose, and finished wiring it. When he was done, he placed it inside a plastic picnic cooler, fastened it in place, and closed the lid. He leaned back and studied it with pride. This baby will do the job and then some, he thought.
  The demon came over and sat down next to him. Derry couldn't see him, didn't know he was there. "Better take your gun," the demon whispered, a voice inside Derry's head.
  Derry looked at the rattling old window fan, matching its tired cadence to the buzzing in his head. "Better take my gun," he repeated absently.
  Derry Howe stared off into space. "Might try, anyway." His jaw was slack. "Be too bad for him if he did."
  When he got up to go into his bedroom to collect his forty-five from the back of his closet, the demon opened the picnic cooler and reset that clock, too.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last three paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: John Ross closed his eyes, a warrior traveling through time, and drifted away to dream of a future he hoped would never be.
  For many years, fans of the Shannara series have suspected a link between our world and that of the Four Lands. At long last, Terry Brooks reveals how it all began.
  Not so very far in our future, civilization teeters on the edge of collapse. Evil forces roam the ruined landscape of the former United States, recruiting the weak and enslaving the rest. Only a few pockets of resistance remain, and only a few heroes to protect them. One such person is Logan Tom, a Knight of the Word. He is on a mission: to locate a group of Seattle street kids and to guard them with his life. Because one of them carries a magic that might—just might—be powerful enough to save the world.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: For many years, fans of the Shannara series have suspected a link between our world and that of the Four Lands. At long last, Terry Brooks reveals how it all began.
  Not so very far in our future, civilization teeters on the edge of collapse. Evil forces roam the ruined landscape of the former United States, recruiting the weak and enslaving the rest. Only a few pockets of resistance remain, and only a few heroes to protect them. One such person is Logan Tom, a Knight of the Word. He is on a mission: to locate a group of Seattle street kids and to guard them with his life. Because one of them carries a magic that might—just might—be powerful enough to save the world.