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conversations.value: Do you know the first five paragraphs for a book with the title 'A Knight of the Word'? Start with the sentence 'A Knight of the Word
  She looked over at him'.
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conversations.value: A Knight of the Word
  She looked over at him. "There's more. He claims he came by last night after I left. He claims he found you drunk and irrational, and you threatened him. I told him that wasn't possible, that you weren't drinking. I told him you were sick and half asleep when I left you, so maybe he misinterpreted what he heard. He refused to listen." She exhaled sharply, her bitterness evident. "He fired you, just like that. So I quit, too."
  Ross was staring at the space between them, stunned. First the business of the demon hunting him, then Andrew Wren's accusations, and now this. He felt as if he was caught in some sort of diabolical whirlpool that was sucking him under where he couldn't breathe.
  Ross was thinking the same thing. A glimmer of suspicion had surfaced inside, hot and fierce. It couldn't be, he was thinking. Not Simon. Not the Wiz.
  Stef crossed her long legs and stared down the length of her body at her feet. "I don't understand what he's thinking anymore."
  His suspicion burned inside like an inferno. "You know that message you got over the phone from Nest Freemark? The one about meeting her in West Seattle? Did you mention it to anyone else? Or could anyone else have overheard?"
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conversations.value: Do you know five more paragraphs? Start with the sentence 'He slammed the butt end of his black staff against the stone floor, and white fire ran up its length like a rocket, searing the dark'.
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conversations.value: He slammed the butt end of his black staff against the stone floor, and white fire ran up its length like a rocket, searing the dark. "This dream isn't like the others, Nest! It's a prophecy!" His voice was ragged and uneven, choked with anger. "It's a revelation meant to put things right! It's a window into a truth I was trying wrongly, foolishly to ignore! I have to act on it! I have to make it happen!"
  The footsteps were approaching again, the voices growing stronger. She could hear Simon joking with someone, could hear muffled responses, sudden laughter, the clink of glasses. Ross was staring past her, the staff's magic gathering about his knotted hands, growing brighter as he waited for Simon to come into view so that he could unleash it.
  In desperation she backed away from him, but slowly and with measured steps, so he did not advance immediately, but stood watching to see what she intended. She backed until the sweep of the stairway came into view, then wheeled on the knot of people approaching. Simon Lawrence was foremost, smiling, at ease, exchanging remarks with Carole Price and three weathered, worn-looking men who looked to have seen hard times and few respites. They had not seen her yet, and she did not wait for them to do so. She acted on instinct and out of need. She called on her own magic, on the magic she had been born with but had forsworn since the death of Gran. She called on it without knowing whether it would come, but with certainty that it must. She drew Simon Lawrence's gaze to her own, just a glimpse and no more, just enough to bind them for an instant, then used the magic to buckle his legs and drop him nerveless and limp upon the stairs.
  She stepped quickly from view as his companions gathered around him, kneeling to see what had happened. It surprised her how quickly she was able to regain her use of a skill she had not tested for so long. But calling on it had an unexpected side effect. It had awakened something else inside of her, something much larger and more dangerous. She felt it stir and then rise, growing large and ferocious, and for a terrifying moment she felt as if it might get away from her completely.
  Then she recovered herself, all in an instant, and turned back to face Ross. He hadn't moved. He was standing where she had left him, a puzzled look on his face. He had seen something that had escaped her, and whatever it was, it had left him confused and momentarily distracted.
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conversations.value: Do you know the last three paragraphs?
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conversations.value: It wasn't the worst sort of way to live one's life. In his case, he concluded hopefully, perhaps it was the best.
  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.