conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide a description for a book titled THE LOST SISTERS about Lindsey, Shropshire, Meg with the genre: Romance, Contemporary.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Lindsey lives in Shropshire with her husband and dog and loves to read and has recently discovered photography. She is the daughter of million copy bestselling author Meg the author.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the first four paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: THE LOST SISTERS
  Once upon a time, there was a girl who was beautiful and clever, adored by her elder brothers and by her suitors, who included a mysterious man named Mr. Fox. No one knew much of him, except that he was impeccably mannered and gallant, and lived in a very grand castle. The girl liked him above the rest, and soon it was agreed that they should be married.
  The girl was not only beautiful and clever, but she was also curious, and so, before the wedding, when Mr. Fox said he would be away on business, she went to see the castle in which she would be living. It was every bit as grand as people said, with high, strong walls crawling with ivy and a deep, dank moat. As she got closer, she saw that over the gate words had been inscribed in the stone: BE BOLD, BE BOLD.
  On she went, through the gate and to the door, where she found words again: BE BOLD, BE BOLD, BUT NOT TOO BOLD.
  Still on she went, into the empty house. She walked through fine galleries and parlors until she came to an enormous staircase. There she found a door, over which more words were inscribed: BE BOLD, BE BOLD, BUT NOT TOO BOLD, LEST THAT YOUR HEART'S BLOOD SHOULD RUN COLD.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide four more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A stone struck the glass pane and I was out of bed in an instant, fumbling for a robe. I came out onto the balcony and looked down at him, my heart racing. His hair was bright in the moonlight, his face as handsome as heartbreak.
  I took a breath and steeled myself. It was so tempting to push away all my doubts and fears and to rush into his arms.
  But I couldn't let myself forget how hurt I had been, night after night, not knowing whether he'd ever come again, not knowing what I'd meant to him, if I'd meant anything at all.
  And something else bothered me. Something about the freshness of Nicasia's anger and her possessiveness made me wonder if Locke and she were together still. If, when he wasn't visiting me at night, he was visiting her.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Once, he tormented me because he was young and bored and angry and cruel. Now he has better reasons for the torments he will inflict on me after a year and a day is gone. It will be very hard to keep him always under my thumb.
  I reach the Bomb and she shoves a piece of paper into my hand. "Another note for Cardan from Balekin," she says. "This one made it all the way to the palace before we intercepted it."
  She nods. "Much like. Balekin tries to flatter our High King into coming to his prison cell. He wants to propose some kind of bargain."
  I glance back at the throne again, making a vague gesture. "No. Stay here. Try to keep Cardan from getting into trouble."
  As I head toward the passageways into the palace, I spot Madoc across the room, half in shadow, watching me with his cat eyes. He isn't close enough to speak, but if he were, I have no doubt what he would say.