conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Dana, Key, Jordan with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Women's Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Key of Knowledge'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the first two paragraphs for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Key of Knowledge
  They had a way of slipping into a rhythm, of understanding short-speak and expressions that came from a lifetime of knowing each other every bit as much as from the two years of physical intimacy they'd shared.
  She hissed out a breath. "See, they said I was thinking like a man. Men won't pick color. They're scared of color."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know two more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: No, not empty, he thought. It was a mistake to think of houses, old houses, as being empty. They were filled with memories, with the faded echoes of voices. Drops of tears, drops of blood, the ring of laughter, the edge of tempers that had ebbed and flowed between the walls, into the walls, over the years.
  And there were houses, he knew it, that breathed. They carried in their wood and stone, their brick and mortar a kind of ego that was nearly, very nearly, human.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: They carried in their wood and stone, their brick and mortar a kind of ego that was nearly, very nearly, human..
  And there were houses, he knew it, that breathed. Drops of tears, drops of blood, the ring of laughter, the edge of tempers that had ebbed and flowed between the walls, into the walls, over the years. They were filled with memories, with the faded echoes of voices. It was a mistake to think of houses, old houses, as being empty.No, not empty, he thought
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the last four paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Delighted, Rowena perched on the arm of a chair. "When Malory completed her quest, I offered her a gift of her choosing. Any boon that was in my power to grant. I offer you the same now."
  He moved behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her to him. "We'll be happy here. The house wants happiness."
  They drove away from the Peak, and neither saw the cloaked figure standing on the parapet under the thin light of the crescent moon.
  And turned when her warrior touched her shoulder. Pressing her cheek to his heart, she wept a little for what was, and for what might be.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Pressing her cheek to his heart, she wept a little for what was, and for what might be. "When Malory completed her quest, I offered her a gift of her choosing. Any boon that was in my power to grant. I offer you the same now."
  He moved behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her to him. "We'll be happy here. The house wants happiness."
  They drove away from the Peak, and neither saw the cloaked figure standing on the parapet under the thin light of the crescent moon.
  And turned when her warrior touched her shoulder.Delighted, Rowena perched on the arm of a chair.