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conversations.value: Provide a description for a book titled Vengeance Child about Twilight, Zone, Starred with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction.
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conversations.value: *Starred Review* The first reaction of some readers upon finishing the first several pages of this novel might be: Hey, didnt The Twilight Zone already do this story? Its true, there are similarities between the authors story of a little boy with a terrifying mental power and Its a Good Life, the famous Twilight Zone episode based on a Jerome Bixby short story about a little boy with a terrifying mental power. But the similarities between the two are only thematic. In execution, the two tales are very different. the author, author of such stellar horror thrillers as London under Midnight (2006) and Lucifers Ark (2008), proves again that he has a real knack for working unique variations on time-tested themes. His little boy is the sole survivor of a shipwreck, now living in an orphan asylum, and hes the sweetest boy you could ever want to meetuntil his eyes glaze over, and he begins to repeat your name. Then its time to take cover. But is the boy evil himself, or is he merely the innocent vessel of a much greater, darker evil? the author will tell you, but in his own good time, and only after the knot in the pit of your stomach is the size of a boulder. Another clever, original, and beguiling thriller from this very talented storyteller. --David Pitt
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conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: Vengeance Child
  Except where actual historical events and characters are being described for the storyline of this novel, all situations in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to living persons is purely coincidental.
  The vicious crack of rain against glass had roused the children in the dormitory. Ten boys, aged between eight and eleven, tore along the corridor, laughing, shouting, pushing one another, and hell-bent on making the weird kid's life a misery. Normally, they'd know better than to torment Jay, only this wild weather got into their blood. These were categorized as 'problem children'. Their file notes bore headings such as Learning Disorder, Conduct Disorder, OCD, and a whole clutch of other phobias and compulsions. They'd get themselves into a storm of temper at the best of times. Now this ear-busting cacophony of rain bashing against the building cranked up their aggression levels so much they forgot all about words like consequences, recklessness, danger, and that all-important rule they learned from day one in Badsworth Lodge: don't mess with Jay.
  Raindrops snapped against the glass. Like the rattle of claws as if some night creature tried to rip its way through.
  All through this Jay never seemed to even notice the boys running riot in his room. The biggest there pushed open the window. Rain sprayed on to Jay's head. The water roaring in the storm drain could have been a monster's bellow.
  Screams of laughter made the air electric, as if the force of emotion charged everything it touched. Lights flickered. And with the outburst of mischief came a dangerous blaze of hysteria. One child who warned the others they might drop Jay to his death was loudly ridiculed as a 'crybaby'. By the time they'd got Jay into a standing position by the window, the rain had soaked his face. His expression altered. When he all of a sudden spoke it was in soft tones, almost too soft to be heard, but it stopped the kids as suddenly as if a bomb had exploded.
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conversations.value: Provide five more paragraphs.. End with the sentence ' For ever and ever, amen.'.
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conversations.value: Jay didn't answer. Instead, he said, 'You hate me. I tried to make you happy last night, but it went wrong.'
  Victor glanced across at Archer. The eight-year-old had been watching the adult and the boy talking by the tree. Now he gazed up into the clear blue sky. Five miles above his head two jetliners flew parallel to one another, though they must have been miles apart. Jay looked up as well. The two jets drew white lines through that perfect blue.
  The once straight vapour trails now curved. The tiny silvery glints showed that the two planes were changing course. Victor's heart thudded. A sense of the inevitable filled him. A cold, oozing dread. Down here it all seemed in slow motion. Of course, up there in the sky two aircraft, filled with passengers, had a closing speed of a thousand miles an hour.
  Victor crouched so as to be eye-level with Jay. 'Don't do this. Please don't. Think of all those hundreds of people.'
  A fist-sized stone lay by Victor's feet. He saw himself seizing it, then smashing the hard rock down on to Jay's skull. Fragile bones would splinter, the brain would bleed. Then all this would be over. For ever and ever, amen.
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conversations.value: Provide the last four paragraphs.. Start with the sentence 'As if by magic Jay's anger vanished'.
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conversations.value: As if by magic Jay's anger vanished. Both boys laughed happily as they helped one another tug the recalcitrant, four-legged Wilkes out of the house. As the pair giggled, and shouted advice on the best way to get the goat back to his pen without it eating any soft furnishings, Victor walked down to the broad waters of the River Severn.
  On evenings like this, when the sun was low and golden, it made silhouettes of figures on the shore. So, sometimes, he found himself thinking he saw Ghorlan waiting for him by the water's edge.
  Tonight, he saw a lone figure standing motionless on the shingle. The woman waited for him to approach before she softly spoke. 'Lou always insisted that this island could change how people think.' She smiled at him. 'Six months ago I couldn't have imagined my life would have changed so much. Especially that I'd be standing here, wearing a new ring on my finger.'
  Victor smiled back. 'Sometimes, every now and again, we really do get what we deserve.' With that he kissed his wife... and he knew that everything was going to be all right.