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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Joint, div>the, Stock with the genre: Arts & Photography, Performing Arts?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Journal of the Plague Year'
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conversations.value: What is the first five paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: Journal of the Plague Year
  With thanks to Jarek Rybski, Michael Czajkowski, Shane McLean and Irene Bock for their assistance in researching the world before the Cull.
  THE VAN HAD taken them as far as Wrocław before running out of gas. Katy had been driving two whole days and half a night by that time, running on fumes herself. She had barely been able to see the road by then, dusk and her own leaden eyelids making the obstacle course of abandoned cars into a deathtrap.
  He hissed through his teeth. "Then you may by all means sleep for precisely such time as it takes for me to siphon some fuel out of any of these vehicles that still have any."
  SHE DIDN'T IMAGINE anyone would be studying to be a biochemist any time soon. She might as well have gone to the Brandenburg Technical University to be a wizard or a Disney princess: the ambitions were just as realistic, had she only known.
  Her German had been rusty when she came over from the UK, and learning the language and the science at the same time had almost broken her. But she had trained and studied, under Emil Weber, and thanks to his meticulous assistance she had passed, and secured a starter position with a GMO lab in Kolkwitz nearby. Her golden future as a bona fide scientist was right there waiting for her.
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conversations.value: What is five more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Emil's jaw stopped moving, and then he forcibly swallowed. "Oh?" he got out, tensing up. Cued by his mistrust, for a moment Katy expected the Reverend Calumn to sweep in like Darth Vader to take possession of him.
  Leszek smiled. "I do not think the church exists as you imagine it, in our new world, but these men are men of faith, yes, as well as of science."
  The expected explosion did not come. Emil took a deep breath and occupied himself with a piece of carrot until he could say, with clipped decorum, "You will forgive me for saying that I have never observed faith to be the friend of science."
  Emil's fuse was well and truly lit, and so Katy jumped in to stop him saying anything unwise, or possibly blasphemous.
  She took a deep breath. Here was something she had been wondering whether to throw at him, and now probably wasn't the time, but: "I'd believe you have a radio."
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conversations.value: What is the last four paragraphs?
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conversations.value: It swept across the world like the end of times, a killer virus that spared only those with one rare blood type. Now, in the ruined cities, cannibalism and casual murder are the rule, and religious fervour vies with cynical self-interest. The few who hope to make a difference, to rise above the monsters, must sometimes become monsters themselves.
  Even before the plague, he was a weapon, cold and brutal; and the Cull took away his one shot at regaining his humanity. Now, deep in the squalor of London, he receives a signal, and a flicker of hope. But the source of the signal is half a world away, and he must fight gangs, collectors, and the powerful Church of the New Dawn to get there.
  Spending five years locked in a secret bunker, with only the dead for company, is enough to drive anyone mad. But Jasmine's crazier than most; she survived the Cull, but the Cure's worse, leaving her with a Voice that whispers at her to do terrible things. Rescued by the rulers of the New Caribbean, she is sent to investigate a second plague.
  Cade didn't exactly care about people, but if someone he almost cared about was in trouble, he'd help if he could. If that meant taking on religious maniacs, suited cannibals and hippies who dealt out free love and fast death... well, I'm kind of runnin' my mouth here. This ain't a peaceful story, and Cade... Cade wasn't a peaceful man.