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conversations.value: Provide a plot for a book about Rake, Empire, Malazan entitled Gardens of the Moon.
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conversations.value: Gardens of the Moon: The novel opens in the 96th year of the Malazan Empire, during the final year of the rule of Emperor Kellanved.\nA young boy, aged 12, named Ganoes Paran witnesses the sacking of the Mouse Quarter of Malaz City.\nParan wants to be a soldier when he grows older though the Commander Whiskeyjack disapproves.\nErikson skips seven years from the Prologue, during which time the Emperor and his ally, Dancer, have been assassinated and supplanted by his chief of the assassin corps.\nEmpress Laseen now rules with the aid of the "Claw", the imperial assassins.\nThe story opens several years into a series of wars by the Malazan Empire to conquer the continent of Genabackis.\nThe Malazan 2nd Army under High Fist Dujek has been besieging the city of Pale, one of only two Free Cities left in the Malazans\' path in Genabackis, for several years.\nPale is holding out thanks to an alliance with the powerful Anomander Rake, Lord of Moon\'s Spawn (a floating fortress), leader of the non-human Tiste Andii.\nPale finally falls when Rake withdraws his fortress following a fierce battle.\nEven then, the Empire suffers severe losses, including the near total destruction of a legendary infantry unit in its 2nd army, the Bridgeburners.\nSeveral characters speculate that someone higher up within the Empire may be engineering the elimination of various people who were loyal to the late Emperor.\nThe Empire then turns its attention to the last remaining Free City, Darujhistan.\nThe few dozen surviving members of the Bridgeburners, led by Sergeant Whiskeyjack, are sent to try and undermine the city from within.\nOnce there, they attempt fruitlessly to contact the city\'s assassin\'s guild, in the hope of hiring their betrayal, but Rake has already driven the guild underground.\nAdjunct Lorn, second-in-command to the Empress, is sent to uncover something in the hills east of Darujhistan, in the company of a T\'lan Imass, a member of a race that once dominated the world before humans.\nMeanwhile, Tattersail, one of the few mages to survive the Siege of Pale, and Captain Paran head toward the city to determine the reason for the increased involvement of several gods and other magical forces in the campaign.\nAt the same time, a group of con-artists and underworld figures within the city work to oppose members of the civic government who are considering capitulating to the Empire; while Anomander Rake offers his alliance to the true rulers of Darujhistan, a secretive cabal of mages.\nThe plots collide when Adjunct Lorn releases a Jaghut Tyrant, a massively powerful ancient being, with the aim of either damaging Anomander Rake seriously or forcing him to withdraw from the city.\nThe Tyrant is eventually imprisoned inside an Azath House after a fierce battle with Rake\'s people, while Rake himself defeats the demon lord that Lorn releases inside the city.\nA substantial subplot involves a young Bridgeburner recruit named Sorry, who is in fact possessed by Cotillion, also known as the Rope, patron of assassins.\nWhen Shadowthrone (Lord of Shadows) and Rake negotiate the Rope\'s withdrawal from interfering with the events of war, Sorry is freed and falls in with Crokus, a young Daru thief.\nAs the novel ends Crokus, a Bridgeburner named Fiddler and the Bridgeburner assassin Kalam volunteer to take Sorry (now called Apsalar) back to her homeland of Itko Kan (their story continues in Deadhouse Gates).\nMeanwhile, Dujek and Whiskeyjack lead the 2nd Army into rebellion against Laseen\'s increasingly tyrannical rule.\nDujek now seeks an alliance with Rake and other Malazan opponents on the continent against the Holy War called by the Pannion Seer, whose empire is advancing from the south-east of Genabackis.\nElsewhere, it is confirmed that the continent of Seven Cities has begun a mass-uprising against the Empire.\nThese and other plot developments are continued in the third novel, Memories of Ice.
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conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: Gardens of the Moon
  The wizard's smile was strained. 'Tell me about it. But right now the more confusion and chaos the better.'
  Quick Ben shook his head. 'No, I want you right where you are for this one. If I don't come back, take my body and burn it down to ash. Scatter the ash to the four winds, and curse my name with all your heart.'
  Quick Ben gestured. A ring of fire sprang from the earth, surrounding the wizard. He closed his eyes.
  To Kalam, his friend seemed to deflate slightly, as if something essential to life had disappeared. Quick Ben's neck creaked as his chin sank down to his chest, his shoulders slumped, and a long breath escaped with a slow hiss. The ring of fire flared, then dimmed to a lapping glimmer on the earth.
  Kalam shifted position, stretching out his legs and crossing his arms. In the gathering silence, he waited.
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conversations.value: Provide five more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Ocelot's body seemed to grow heavier on him despite the blood leaking from it. 'I'd always believed I was this man's match,' he muttered. He pushed himself from the still-twitching body and rolled on to his back in the centre of the platform. He'd hoped to see sky, to look one last time on its bright, depthless blue. Instead, he found himself looking at the underside of the belfry's roof, its ancient stone arch crowded with nesting bats. This detail fixed itself in his head as he felt the blood stream from his chest. He thought he could see beady eyes glittering down at him.
  After seeing no other sign of movement on the belfry, Paran's gaze swung to the avenue on his left. Vildron approached, seated on a wagon drawn by two horses. The guard waiting beside Coll's horse said, 'Provide a hand here, will you? Let's get the old man down.'
  Paran dismounted and hurried to help him. He glanced at Coll's face. Though still hunched on the saddle, he was unconscious. How much longer could he last? If that was me, Paran realized, I'd be dead by now. 'After all this,' he growled as they dragged Coll from the saddle, 'you'd damn well better live.'
  Groaning, Serrat rolled on to her back. The sun beat down hot against her eyelids as the scattered fragments of her memory gathered. The Tiste Andii had been about to make her move on the woman in the alley below. With that one dead, the Coin Bearer's protectors would number but one. And when they left the tenement block under cover of darkness, they'd walk right into the trap she'd set.
  The assassin-mage opened her eyes to a mid-morning sun overhead. Her daggers, which she'd held in her hands as she crouched at the rooftop's edge, now lay on the pebbled surface beside her, neatly placed side by side. A thick, dull ache throbbed in the back of her skull. She probed the wound, wincing, then sat up.
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conversations.value: Provide the last four paragraphs.
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conversations.value: An expression of regret came over Crokus's face. He stared down into the waves. 'Just some people there,' he said.
  The assassin grunted. 'Know how you feel, Crokus. Hell, look at Fiddler back there, mooning away as if somebody had cut off one of his arms and one of his legs.'
  Crokus nodded affably. He held up the coin and examined the face on it. 'Do you believe in luck, Kalam?'
  From near the bow, Circle Breaker slowly nodded to himself. The Eel would be delighted with the news, not to mention greatly relieved. Then he returned his attention to the west, and wondered what it would be like, no longer anonymous to the world.
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
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conversations.value: An expression of regret came over Crokus's face. He stared down into the waves. 'Just some people there,' he said.
  The assassin grunted. 'Know how you feel, Crokus. Hell, look at Fiddler back there, mooning away as if somebody had cut off one of his arms and one of his legs.'
  Crokus nodded affably. He held up the coin and examined the face on it. 'Do you believe in luck, Kalam?'
  From near the bow, Circle Breaker slowly nodded to himself. The Eel would be delighted with the news, not to mention greatly relieved.