conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for a story with the title 'The Blood of Olympus'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Blood of Olympus
  He'd pulled Jason aside. "Hey, man...Annabeth would kill me if I suggested she needed anybody to protect her. "Is that you, you old beggar?"
  Hazel's magic did its work. Cold air rippled across Jason's face as the Mist subtly altered his appearance, showing the suitors what they expected to see.
  A dozen more ghosts turned toward him. Some scowled and gripped the hilts of their glowing purple swords. Too late, Jason wondered if Iros was an enemy of theirs, but he'd already committed to the part.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about Antinous, staring.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Blood of Olympus
  He'd pulled Jason aside. "Hey, man... Annabeth would kill me if I suggested she needed anybody to protect her. "
  Antinous, the ghoul with the arrow in his throat, was staring right at him. "Is that you, you old beggar?"
  Hazel's magic did its work. Cold air rippled across Jason's face as the Mist subtly altered his appearance, showing the suitors what they expected to see. 
  A dozen more ghosts turned toward him. Some scowled and gripped the hilts of their glowing purple swords. Too late, Jason wondered if Iros was an enemy of theirs, but he'd already committed to the part.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me two more paragraphs.. Start with the sentence 'Jason reeled back, stunned and in pain'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Jason reeled back, stunned and in pain. Polybotes came in for the kill. Just before the trident would have perforated him, Jason's ventus acted on its own. It spiraled sideways, whisking Jason thirty feet across the courtyard.
  Percy writhed in the net, but his movements were getting sluggish. Jason needed to hurry. He had to get Percy to sickbay, and if the storm kept raging above them, there wouldn't be any sickbay to get him to.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Then, before I'd made it out the window, the door of our apartment had burst into splinters. Two pairs of glowing blue eyes had emerged from the darkness....
  I shook off the memory and watched Uncle Frederick and Annabeth walk away, veering east toward the Common.
  Uncle Randolph...for some reason, he'd contacted Frederick and Annabeth. He'd gotten them to Boston. All this time, Frederick and Annabeth hadn't known that my mom was dead and I was missing. It seemed impossible, but if it were true, why would Randolph tell them about it now?
  Without confronting him directly, I could think of only one way to get answers. His town house was in Back Bay, an easy walk from here. According to Frederick, Randolph wasn't home. He was somewhere in the South End, looking for me.
  Since nothing started a day better than a little breaking and entering, I decided to pay his place a visit.