conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Anna, Binding, Luminates with the genre: Teen & Young Adult, Literature & Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Blood Rose Rebellion'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the first three paragraphs for this book? Start with the sentence 'Blood Rose Rebellion
  I did not pray for rain as I knelt in the small chapel of our London town house that morning, the cold of the floor seeping into my bones'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Blood Rose Rebellion
  I did not pray for rain as I knelt in the small chapel of our London town house that morning, the cold of the floor seeping into my bones. Instead, I listened to Mama's petition for successful spells and sunshine. Peeking through my lashes at Catherine's smug face, I yearned to ask for disquiet, disorder, and torrential downpours—calamitous words that might have eased, a little, the restless crawling in my heart. But I swallowed the words unsaid. Even should God heed such a treacherous prayer, my father would not. Though Papa's weather magic would cost him a headache, my sister would dance under clear skies.
  I did not argue with Catherine when she banned me from the ballroom where she and Papa laid the final grounding for her illusions while Mama supervised the servants. "You'll break my concentration and spoil my spells," she said, though it had been years since I had spoiled anyone's spell, accidentally or otherwise.
  But then I did not go to the schoolroom, where I was expected to improve my sketching while my brother, James, studied his Latin. Instead, I lingered (Mama would say loitered) in the lower hall, watching the servants scurry back and forth with their brooms and buckets and cleaning cloths, in feverish preparation for the ball. I did not rest, as Catherine did.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is three more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Mátyás found us room at several small tables shoved together. Somehow, I was not surprised to see William there, engaged in heated debate with a curly-haired young man with a luxurious dark mustache. I ordered coffee in the Hungarian style, sweetened with milk and honey, and listened to the young men around me, mostly students, debate everything from natural history to politics to Jókai Mór's newest play. Though the conversations were mostly Hungarian, I picked up enough to follow, and what I did not understand, Mátyás or Gábor translated.
  Within moments the waitress returned with a long paper, and the student set to scribbling furiously. The curly-haired man who had been arguing with William broke off to peer over his shoulder.
  I grinned. This place—everything about it, from the cozy brick walls to the students' energy—was delightful.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: This place—everything about it, from the cozy brick walls to the students' energy—was delightful. Somehow, I was not surprised to see William there, engaged in heated debate with a curly-haired young man with a luxurious dark mustache. I ordered coffee in the Hungarian style, sweetened with milk and honey, and listened to the young men around me, mostly students, debate everything from natural history to politics to Jókai Mór's newest play. Though the conversations were mostly Hungarian, I picked up enough to follow, and what I did not understand, Mátyás or Gábor translated.
  Within moments the waitress returned with a long paper, and the student set to scribbling furiously. The curly-haired man who had been arguing with William broke off to peer over his shoulder.
  I grinned.Mátyás found us room at several small tables shoved together.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the last four paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I craned my head to see the source of the disturbance. A small group had entered the ballroom: a well-dressed woman with dark hair, a young man only a little older than myself in a white uniform with medals glittering on his breast, an elderly man with thinning hair and a long nose. The royal family. I caught my breath: I'd seen them only once, months before, when Grandmama and I had stopped in Vienna en route to Hungary. Emperor Ferdinand, his nephew Archduke Franz Joseph, and Franz Joseph's mother, Archduchess Sophie. I'd heard Richard laughingly refer to her as "the only man in court."
  Vasilisa leaned in close. Her breath was sweet, violet and mint, but beneath it ran something cloying that I could not place. "I know what you are."
  Grandmama had given him as a child to the Circle governing Luminate magic, under pressure from her husband. As an adult, he had both helped us escape the Circle in Buda-Pest and then betrayed us, leading the Circle to us for a private revenge and letting Grandmama die in the process.
  What did I want? Longing caught in my throat so fast and hard I nearly choked on it. I wanted impossible things: To be with Gábor without the tangle of social expectations. For Mátyás to be alive. And Grandmama. But my shadow self, my second soul, responded to her words, longing for the vision she painted: a girl with power to break the world. Yes. I wanted that too.