conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled The Necromancer's House about Baba, Yaga, Andrew&amp;'s with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction.
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conversations.value: Starred Review. A Russian man&amp;'s drowning launches this rambunctious magical melee. the author (Those Across the River) pits Andrew Blankenship and Anneke Zautke, companions in witchcraft and Alcoholics Anonymous, against Russian ogress Baba Yaga, whose son, Misha, falls prey to mischievous water sprite Nadia, a friend (of sorts) of Andrew&amp;'s. Contrasting with exotic magical escapades, real-world losses haunt both Anneke and Andrew. As the threat from Baba Yaga mounts and bad things happen to Andrew&amp;'s sidekicks, the eponymous house no longer provides a certain refuge. The logic of the plot is eclipsed by the eruption of characters who evoke Dickensian whimsy and range from the merely unusual to the bizarrely imaginative. Within this magical universe, rivalries, revenge, and self-seeking contend with the willingness to sacrifice. The final confrontation, evolving in part from Andrew&amp;'s prior service to Baba Yaga and her daughter Marina&amp;'s defiance, wreaks an ambiguous ending in an explosion of enthralling fantasy. The vibrant, bracing atmosphere easily overpowers any niggling concerns about a few incongruous incidents. (Oct.)
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: ). (Oct. The vibrant, bracing atmosphere easily overpowers any niggling concerns about a few incongruous incidents. The final confrontation, evolving in part from Andrew&amp;'s prior service to Baba Yaga and her daughter Marina&amp;'s defiance, wreaks an ambiguous ending in an explosion of enthralling fantasy. Within this magical universe, rivalries, revenge, and self-seeking contend with the willingness to sacrifice. The logic of the plot is eclipsed by the eruption of characters who evoke Dickensian whimsy and range from the merely unusual to the bizarrely imaginative. As the threat from Baba Yaga mounts and bad things happen to Andrew&amp;'s sidekicks, the eponymous house no longer provides a certain refuge. Contrasting with exotic magical escapades, real-world losses haunt both Anneke and Andrew. the author (Those Across the River) pits Andrew Blankenship and Anneke Zautke, companions in witchcraft and Alcoholics Anonymous, against Russian ogress Baba Yaga, whose son, Misha, falls prey to mischievous water sprite Nadia, a friend (of sorts) of Andrew&amp;'s. A Russian man&amp;'s drowning launches this rambunctious magical melee.Starred Review
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conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Necromancer's House
  They return to the topic of whether homosexuality is a sin or a natural state of being. Marcus always lets Arthur (his great-uncle, as it turns out) field the questions, but Andrew drags him in from time to time.
  Marcus almost laughs at that and Arthur steers the conversation back around to God's capacity for forgiveness, clearly meaning Andrew.
  When Salvador brings Andrew French-press coffee, the young man goes gray, looks at Arthur, watches Arthur nod at the servant, and doesn't understand why Arthur isn't shitting himself, too.
  Arthur raises an eyebrow at the boy, suggesting that a conversation about manners will take place on the drive back, but then he checks his watch, a big seventies-style Timex on a silver watchband.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: The chair opposite him pulls out on its own and the empty Dionysus collapses into it, the grape leaf garland and mask landing on top, the eyeholes fixed on the ceiling.
  A man in a ridiculous toupee reaches past other celebrants to tuck a fiver in the well-stuffed tip pitcher.
  The waitress points at the musician's near-empty glass by way of asking him if he'd like another drink.
  The waitress comes back with a glass of liquid that glows green like antifreeze. The piano man takes it.
  Now everyone in the bar drops to both knees, bowing their heads, their hands extended palms up in supplication.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Now everyone in the bar drops to both knees, bowing their heads, their hands extended palms up in supplication.. The piano man takes it.
  The waitress comes back with a glass of liquid that glows green like antifreeze.
  The waitress points at the musician's near-empty glass by way of asking him if he'd like another drink.
  A man in a ridiculous toupee reaches past other celebrants to tuck a fiver in the well-stuffed tip pitcher.The chair opposite him pulls out on its own and the empty Dionysus collapses into it, the grape leaf garland and mask landing on top, the eyeholes fixed on the ceiling
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The red-haired girl with the scarred nose and cheeks looks out the window, looks at the Kazan cathedral down below. She has spoken rarely since they got on the plane at JFK; she stirred from her heavy-lidded Xanax-and-vodka-induced stupor only long enough to change planes in Moscow; she hated the plane, hated everything about it, made it clear that she would rather overdose than be awake knowing she was over the ocean.
  She looks at Anneke now, stirring her hot chocolate with chili. The chocolate is so thick it barely runs off the spoon.
  She is not luminous, but Anneke is teaching her magic anyway, hoping she's got the brains and persistence to plod her way into magic.
  Although she occupies the same shell, she is unrecognizable as the monster that drowned Mikhail Dragomirov and so many others.
  Finally, thanks to the Burly Minstrel, Jim Hancock, whose ready guitar and mellow voice provided the soundtrack to a great many heartbreakingly beautiful sunsets on the very same McIntyre Bluffs that figure in this story.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Finally, thanks to the Burly Minstrel, Jim Hancock, whose ready guitar and mellow voice provided the soundtrack to a great many heartbreakingly beautiful sunsets on the very same McIntyre Bluffs that figure in this story. She has spoken rarely since they got on the plane at JFK; she stirred from her heavy-lidded Xanax-and-vodka-induced stupor only long enough to change planes in Moscow; she hated the plane, hated everything about it, made it clear that she would rather overdose than be awake knowing she was over the ocean.
  She looks at Anneke now, stirring her hot chocolate with chili. The chocolate is so thick it barely runs off the spoon.
  She is not luminous, but Anneke is teaching her magic anyway, hoping she's got the brains and persistence to plod her way into magic.
  Although she occupies the same shell, she is unrecognizable as the monster that drowned Mikhail Dragomirov and so many others.The red-haired girl with the scarred nose and cheeks looks out the window, looks at the Kazan cathedral down below.