conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Daniel, Divine, Grace's with the genre: Teen & Young Adult, Science Fiction & Fantasy?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'The Lost Saint'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the first three paragraphs for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Lost Saint
  And most especially Brick, who held on tight during the insane roller coaster that was this last year. Thank you for never letting go. You are my inspiration, my love, my saint. I know you're not perfect, but you're the perfect man for me. I.L.Y.R.U.T.T.M.A.B.A.
  I write to thee now because I do not know when, or if, I will ever have the opportunity again. I do not even know how much time has passed since I last wrote to thee—since I was last human.
  I tried to run from the Urbat curse after I was infected. I tried to flee this wretched place before the curse could take me over. I left my other letters and a dagger for you in my tent, then packed a sack and headed for the forest. Before I got too far, the most horrible noise filled my ears. I'd heard nothing like it before. It was high-pitched and ethereal, yet it filled every fiber of my soul and clutched at my heart like the devil himself. The noise pulled me toward it, out of the forest, and through the burning walls of the great city. My friend Jonathan de Paign tried to stop me in my tracks, telling me to go back before I was swallowed by the chaos of the city. Alas, there was no escaping the draw of that noise.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is five more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I found him! I found Father Miguel without even seeking him out. Sirhan and I encountered a band of travelers on our way back to the village where I met the slave woman. Many soldiers guarded a carriage in the party so ornate it looked fit for a king. Our curiosity got the better of us, and we followed it for some time—only to discover that it was no king borne upon those gilded wheels but that murderous hypocrite, Miguel.
  He is old now, but still just as vile. He threatens peasant girls unless they join him in his carriage, even though he still claims to be a man of the holy cloth. Seeing him, even from a distance, has awakened the beast inside of me. It calls for his blood, to avenge everything that has happened to me—to thee.
  We have reached a fork in the path, Katharine. Miguel's caravan heads east, but Sirhan and I must travel west now to make it back to the marketplace to free the slave woman and get the rest of the moonstones. If I do not find her by the new moon, she will be sold away.
  I know I said I would not give in to the wolf again; however, I do not know if I am strong enough to walk away.
  I went to Miguel's carriage last night when his guards were passed out in drunken slumber from the wine Sirhan provided for their merriment. I pulled the door open and yanked a young girl out of Miguel's filthy hands and told her to run.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the last three paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Daniel wolf seemed to startle at the sound of his name. He dropped my gaze, and my heart felt like it fell right into the depths of the ravine as I watched him turn away from me.
  For half a second I contemplated trying to go after him—try to jump the ravine, even if I didn't have the strength to make it in one piece. Anything to be near him again. But without the support of my hands against the tree trunk to hold me up, my ankle finally gave out and I collapsed at the base of the tree.
  I pulled my knees into my chest and listened for the howls to start up again from some unreachable part of the forest, counting my own lonely heartbeats as the minutes passed and no sound followed. A sigh of overwhelming exhaustion shuddered through me—mixed with relief that the howling had stopped and remorse that I wasn't able to get Daniel to come back to me—and for the first time since we escaped Caleb's warehouse, I allowed myself to cry.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A sigh of overwhelming exhaustion shuddered through me—mixed with relief that the howling had stopped and remorse that I wasn't able to get Daniel to come back to me—and for the first time since we escaped Caleb's warehouse, I allowed myself to cry..
  I pulled my knees into my chest and listened for the howls to start up again from some unreachable part of the forest, counting my own lonely heartbeats as the minutes passed and no sound followed. But without the support of my hands against the tree trunk to hold me up, my ankle finally gave out and I collapsed at the base of the tree. Anything to be near him again.
  For half a second I contemplated trying to go after him—try to jump the ravine, even if I didn't have the strength to make it in one piece. He dropped my gaze, and my heart felt like it fell right into the depths of the ravine as I watched him turn away from me.The Daniel wolf seemed to startle at the sound of his name