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conversations.value: Provide a plot for a book about Julia, Quentin, Poppy entitled The Magician King.. End with the sentence '\nAlone, he returns to Earth.'.
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conversations.value: The Magician King: The Magician King follows two story lines, beginning at the same time as the beginning and end of The Magicians.\nIn one, following her unsuccessful interview at Brakebills, Julia returns to Brooklyn.\nHowever, a poorly constructed alibi reveals to her the memories of her interview and the world of magic that wasn't available to her.\nAfter a significant amount of searching, she finds her way to a safe house, where low-level spells are available and taught.\nGradually, she levels up, learning more and more magic, until the safe houses have no more to teach her.\nShe makes contact with Free Trader Beowulf, a group of people like her: self taught magicians with significant psychological issues.\nShe moves to Murs, in France, to work with them, where they teach her more magic.\nJulia and the others in Murs, in order to attain significantly more magical power, attempt to summon Our Lady Underground, a local goddess.\nHowever, they instead summon Reynard the Fox, a trickster god who kills most of them until Julia sacrifices her humanity to save her friend Asmodeus.\nThe act of summoning a god for the first time in 2,000 years wakes the rest of the gods, bringing back the old gods.\nIn Fillory, Eliot, Janet, Quentin, and Julia rule as Kings and Queens, and life is good, if somewhat boring.\nSeeking a quest, Quentin and Julia travel to the outer islands of Fillory to collect back taxes, where they discover a golden key and are accidentally returned to Earth.\nSearching for a way back, Quentin and Julia discover Josh in Venice, where he has sold the button he had which allowed travel between worlds to the dragon in the grand canal.\nWith him is Poppy, an Australian magician who studies dragons.\nQuentin visits and speaks to the dragon, who warns him of the old gods' return and the impending closure of the Neitherlands, the city in between the worlds.\nQuentin and Julia are able to return to Fillory, unintentionally bringing Poppy and Josh with them.\nThere they encounter Eliot, who has been on a quest to find the remaining golden keys.\nIn an attempt to return Poppy to Earth, Quentin and Poppy end up in the Neitherlands, where Penny, Quentin's erstwhile classmate, finds them.\nAs Penny explains, access to magic is through a loophole that was never intended, and the old gods, who are effectively just magicians operating on a titanic power scale, have returned to close that loophole.\nFillory is the loophole through which magic escaped, and the end of magic will mean its end too.\nHowever, the founders of the Neitherlands built a back door through which magic could come if the gods ever returned to shut it down, and it is locked by the same seven golden keys Quentin and Eliot have been searching for.\nQuentin and Poppy return to Fillory.\nQuentin and Julia travel to the underworld, where they collect the last key and where Julia is made a dryad by Our Lady Underground.\nThey open the door at the edge of the world, allowing magic back, and opening the way to the far side of Fillory.\nQuentin cannot go through as he used his passport in visiting the underworld, and when he accepts the debt Julia owes for causing the catastrophe, allowing her through, he is forced to give up his throne and leave Fillory.\nAlone, he returns to Earth.
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conversations.value: Provide the first two paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: The Magician King
  He sighed. It wasn't an unhappy sigh, but it included the thought: as soon as I have those taxes I am so out of here.
  Dinner at the embassy was surprisingly good: a frighteningly toothy local fish served whole in a sweet preparation with some kind of mangolike local fruit. Eleanor waited on the guests with towering dignity, conveying salt shakers and glasses and other incidental items from kitchen to table with a straight back and slow, deliberate steps, toe-heel, as if she were walking a balance beam. Around eight thirty she dropped a crystal wineglass.
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conversations.value: Provide five more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Even the insects were hushed. Quentin sneezed—he was mildly allergic to some local plant—and wiped his eyes. On the far side of the meadow something slipped into the forest. It went just as his eye began to track it—it must have been standing there, stock-still, watching him while he pissed. He got an impression of something large, the size of a big boar maybe.
  Quentin fastened his trousers—zippers were foreign to Fillory, and so far impossible to reverse-engineer, you just couldn't explain them to the dwarves—and walked across the meadow to where the animal had been. Standing just on the near side of the blue line, he peered in among the trees. They were thick enough that it was still full night in the forest. Still, he caught the faintest shadow of a pair of heavy animal haunches receding into it. He was pretty sure he knew Who he was chasing even before He was fully in view.
  The ram-god had not been seen in Fillory since the Brakebills took the thrones, or not as far as Quentin knew. He looked fully recovered from the beating He'd taken from Martin Chatwin. Even His hind leg, which had been crippled the last time Quentin saw Him, was restored and could take His weight without a limp.
  The big woolly kind with horns, apparently. Quentin didn't have any particular beef with Ember, he just didn't want to bow down to Him the way He always seemed to expect people to do. If Ember was so great He should have saved Alice, and if He wasn't that great, Quentin wasn't bowing. QED.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about Carefully, stepping, walked.
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conversations.value: Even the insects were hushed. Quentin sneezed—he was mildly allergic to some local plant—and wiped his eyes. On the far side of the meadow something slipped into the forest. It went just as his eye began to track it—it must have been standing there, stock-still, watching him while he pissed. He got an impression of something large, the size of a big boar maybe. 
  Quentin fastened his trousers—zippers were foreign to Fillory, and so far impossible to reverse-engineer, you just couldn't explain them to the dwarves—and walked across the meadow to where the animal had been. Standing just on the near side of the blue line, he peered in among the trees. They were thick enough that it was still full night in the forest. Still, he caught the faintest shadow of a pair of heavy animal haunches receding into it. 
  Is this it? Is it starting? Carefully, like he was stepping over an electric fence, he put one leg over the invisible blue line, then the other, and walked into the forest. He was pretty sure he knew Who he was chasing even before He was fully in view. 
  The ram-god had not been seen in Fillory since the Brakebills took the thrones, or not as far as Quentin knew. He looked fully recovered from the beating He'd taken from Martin Chatwin. Even His hind leg, which had been crippled the last time Quentin saw Him, was restored and could take His weight without a limp. 
  The big woolly kind with horns, apparently. Quentin didn't have any particular beef with Ember, he just didn't want to bow down to Him the way He always seemed to expect people to do. If Ember was so great He should have saved Alice, and if He wasn't that great, Quentin wasn't bowing. QED.
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conversations.value: Provide the last paragraph.
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conversations.value: That name was a message—a hot signal flare shot up into the night, sent specifically for him, across time and space and darkness and rain, all the way from the bright warm center of the world.