conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled Spark of a Feudling about Bestselling, Utah, Camping with the genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Fantasy.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Bestselling author the author was born and raised in Utah by a wonderful family who spoiled her rotten because she was the baby. Now she spends her time driving her husband crazy with her many eccentricities (no water after five, terror when faced with a live phone call, no touching the knivesyou get the idea). She also enjoys chasing her three adorable kids, playing tennis, watching football, reading, and hiking. Camping is also bigher family is slowly working toward a goal of seeing all the National Parks in the U.S. You can usually find her with at least one Pepsi nearby, wearing ridiculously high heels for whatever the occasion. And if everything works out just right, she will also be writing.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Spark of a Feudling
  Ada laughed, swinging her legs from the branch she sat on, several feet higher. "You're worried for him and not me?"
  Ada smiled down at her. Charity didn't have the energy to climb trees, and the sun exhausted her, but her eyes still sparkled with mischief. "Christian, you're worrying your sister. Get down."
  Christian narrowed those dark, dark eyes at her, but with a mighty sigh, he swung down. "I'm almost eighteen, you know. You can't keep telling me what to do." Broken twigs and leaves were stuck in his chestnut hair, so he looked like an adorable druid or an elf, much younger than his almost-eighteen years. It did look like the queen's seal on the carriage, but she couldn't quite tell. Not that it mattered who it was. The Queen of England or the Emperor of a faraway land — her father wouldn't help them. He had no interest in being their protector or their assassin anymore, and he was tired of being caught in the crossfire.
  Once he had refused to help anyone, they were attacked by everyone... until they realized the Duke of Adlington had a small daughter who could kill more quickly than they could run.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about Ada, grinned, climbed, trying.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Spark of a Feudling
  Ada laughed, swinging her legs from the branch she sat on, several feet higher. "You're worried for him and not me?"
  Ada smiled down at her. Charity didn't have the energy to climb trees, and the sun exhausted her, but her eyes still sparkled with mischief. "Christian, you're worrying your sister. Get down. "
  Christian narrowed those dark, dark eyes at her, but with a mighty sigh, he swung down. "I'm almost eighteen, you know. You can't keep telling me what to do. " Broken twigs and leaves were stuck in his chestnut hair, so he looked like an adorable druid or an elf, much younger than his almost-eighteen years. 
  Ada grinned as she climbed higher, trying to get a better view of the travelers brave enough to approach her father's gates. It did look like the queen's seal on the carriage, but she couldn't quite tell. Not that it mattered who it was. The Queen of England or the Emperor of a faraway land — her father wouldn't help them. He had no interest in being their protector or their assassin anymore, and he was tired of being caught in the crossfire. 
  Once he had refused to help anyone, they were attacked by everyone... until they realized the Duke of Adlington had a small daughter who could kill more quickly than they could run.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me three more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: She was in her nightdress and wrap, although she did not look at all like she had been sleeping. Perhaps not since he'd left several days ago. "Please, Christian. Please let us leave."
  She paced the small cottage, long light brown hair wild around her face. It was safe here; the wild flames stayed hidden here, and Christian could think clearly. He could breathe without pain, except for the cracks in his heart that Ada had left. "It doesn't matter, Christian. Living as wanderers with no home would be better than living here and watching while you lose your mind."
  He shook his head, sinking into the armchair. Suddenly exhausted, he put his elbows on his knees and dropped his head to his hands. "I will learn to control it. His Grace will teach me to control it," he mumbled at the ground. This was an argument they were having almost daily, and one she wouldn't win. Without another word, he rose to his feet and went to his room, leaving her alone in the darkness.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Without another word, he rose to his feet and went to his room, leaving her alone in the darkness. Perhaps not since he'd left several days ago. "Please, Christian. Please let us leave."
  She paced the small cottage, long light brown hair wild around her face. It was safe here; the wild flames stayed hidden here, and Christian could think clearly. He could breathe without pain, except for the cracks in his heart that Ada had left. "It doesn't matter, Christian. Living as wanderers with no home would be better than living here and watching while you lose your mind."
  He shook his head, sinking into the armchair. Suddenly exhausted, he put his elbows on his knees and dropped his head to his hands. "I will learn to control it. His Grace will teach me to control it," he mumbled at the ground. This was an argument they were having almost daily, and one she wouldn't win.She was in her nightdress and wrap, although she did not look at all like she had been sleeping.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.. Start with the sentence 'She shifted her head into his hand and kissed his palm'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: She shifted her head into his hand and kissed his palm. Swimming backward, she allowed the waves to ease her lower into the water.
  Despite the darkness, she could see the haunted look in his eyes, and she couldn't bear to disappear without another word.
  He closed his eyes, nodded, then opened them again. The haunted look was replaced by one of resignation. Shadows darkened his strong jawline.
  Sirena shifted her gaze from Kristian's happy face to the shore, where a young man about Kristian's age, which was a year or so older than her own sixteen years, waved frantically.