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conversations.value: Provide a description for a book titled Every Mountain Made Low about American, YouTube, Huntsville with the genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Fantasy.
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conversations.value: the author was born and raised in the American south. He takes photos, writes music and spends hours on YouTube watching other people blacksmith. He values challenging and subversive writing, but he'll settle for a good time. In the shadow of rockets in Huntsville, Alabama, Alex lives and works as an experience designer with his wife, son, two dogs and a cat named Grim.He takes his whiskey neat and his espresso black. Every Mountain Made Low is his debut novel.
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conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
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conversations.value: He takes photos, writes music and spends hours on YouTube watching other people blacksmith. He values challenging and subversive writing, but he'll settle for a good time. In the shadow of rockets in Huntsville, Alabama, Alex lives and works as an experience designer with his wife, son, two dogs and a cat named Grim.He takes his whiskey neat and his espresso black. Every Mountain Made Low is his debut novel.
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conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for this book.. End with the sentence ' As the door swung wide to reveal Duke in his pajamas with a smoking pistol, Loxley knew she'd been shot.'.
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conversations.value: Every Mountain Made Low
  She swept up the stairs, her eyes darting to the landing, but she saw no threats. Fifteen seconds since she'd seen James pass through the far door of the gallery. He was at least ten seconds from his friends, so she slowed her pace. Let him have a moment to speak to the others and clear them out. Hiram only remembered three men guarding the house at night, so she hoped there weren't more. There was also the chance that James hadn't bought her story, and that he'd be back any moment.
  She waited for a solid minute. Hiram was better with time than she was, but her adrenaline drained away with each tick of the clock. She felt him peeling away from her, and her legs grew heavy. She peeked around the corner and saw no one in the long corridor leading into the east wing. Pistol at the ready, she slunk down the hall to the next intersection. The labyrinth of shapes and colors in Bellebrook would have bothered Loxley, but the killer's eyes were efficient and quick, never lingering in one place for long.
  Duke's bedroom was just around the corner. Was his wife sleeping there tonight? Loxley hoped not. Silently, she moved down the hall toward his enormous, gilded double doors. They were gold leaf and white, with an ostentatious pair of crosses on either side.
  She gripped the antique crystal doorknob and began to turn it as quietly as she could. She knew the distance from the door to Duke's bed. If he was awake, she'd put one in his brainpan. If he lay there asleep, she'd use the pillow to muffle the sound. It was a shame that he wouldn't see it coming, but this job was tricky enough already.
  Her train of thought was interrupted by splintering wood and ripping pains across her shoulder. Her vision flashed as the back of her head thumped the marble floor. She screamed in agony, pressing her palm to her shoulder. It came back slick with her blood. As the door swung wide to reveal Duke in his pajamas with a smoking pistol, Loxley knew she'd been shot.
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conversations.value: Provide another paragraph.
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conversations.value: Nausea poisoned her guts. The illusion of life had passed from this place, leaving only a spirit. She glanced back at the stairs. There was life that way. Jayla was that way. Loxley could just go back and get her to help.
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conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
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conversations.value: The illusion of life had passed from this place, leaving only a spirit. She glanced back at the stairs. There was life that way. Jayla was that way. Loxley could just go back and get her to help.
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conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: But in Dream London the city changes a little every night and the people change a little every day. The towers are growing taller, the parks have hidden themselves away and the streets form themselves into strange new patterns.
  There are people sailing in from new lands down the river, new criminals emerging in the East End and a path spiraling down to another world.
  When physicist Robert Strong – newly unemployed and single – is offered a hundred thousand pounds for a week's work, he's understandably sceptical. But Victor Amos, head of the mysterious Observation Research Board, has compelling proof that the next round of experiments at CERN's Large Hadron Collider poses a real threat to the whole world. And he needs Robert to sabotage it.
  Robert's life is falling apart. His work at the Dark Matter Research Laboratory in Middlesbrough was taken away from him; his girlfriend, struggling to cope with the loss of her sister, has left. He returns home to Scotland, seeking sanctuary and rest, and instead starts to question his own sanity as the dead begin appearing to him, in dreams and in waking. Accepting Amos's offer, Robert flies to Geneva, but as he infiltrates CERN, everything he once understood about reality and science, about the boundary between life and death, changes forever.
  Mixing science, philosophy and espionage, Libby McGugan's stunning debut is a thriller like no other.
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conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
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conversations.value: The towers are growing taller, the parks have hidden themselves away and the streets form themselves into strange new patterns.
  There are people sailing in from new lands down the river, new criminals emerging in the East End and a path spiraling down to another world.
  When physicist Robert Strong – newly unemployed and single – is offered a hundred thousand pounds for a week's work, he's understandably sceptical. But Victor Amos, head of the mysterious Observation Research Board, has compelling proof that the next round of experiments at CERN's Large Hadron Collider poses a real threat to the whole world. And he needs Robert to sabotage it.
  Robert's life is falling apart. His work at the Dark Matter Research Laboratory in Middlesbrough was taken away from him; his girlfriend, struggling to cope with the loss of her sister, has left. He returns home to Scotland, seeking sanctuary and rest, and instead starts to question his own sanity as the dead begin appearing to him, in dreams and in waking. Accepting Amos's offer, Robert flies to Geneva, but as he infiltrates CERN, everything he once understood about reality and science, about the boundary between life and death, changes forever.
  Mixing science, philosophy and espionage, Libby McGugan's stunning debut is a thriller like no other.