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conversations.value: What is a plot for a book about Breath, Snow, Ashes entitled A Breath of Snow and Ashes?
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conversations.value: A Breath of Snow and Ashes: Claire is the wife of Jamie Fraser, her 18th century husband, and facing the politics and turmoil of the forthcoming American Revolution.\nThe preceding novel, The Fiery Cross, concluded with political unrest in the colonies beginning to boil over and the Frasers trying to peacefully live on their isolated homestead in the foothills of North Carolina.\nJamie is suddenly faced with walking between the fires of loyalty to the oath he swore to the British crown and following his hope for freedom in the new world.
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conversations.value: What is the first four paragraphs for this book? Start with the sentence 'A Breath of Snow and Ashes
  The latter, evidently, for he glanced upward, toward the room that Lizzie and her father shared'.
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conversations.value: A Breath of Snow and Ashes
  The latter, evidently, for he glanced upward, toward the room that Lizzie and her father shared. No sound of movement came through the ceiling, though I'd seen Joseph go upstairs a little earlier.
  Jamie struggled momentarily with the concept of depression, then dismissed it with a brief shake of the head. He tapped the stiff fingers of his right hand thoughtfully on the table.
  I blinked, but then considered. It wasn't really a bad idea, though not one that would have occurred to me. Granted, Tom was likely more than twenty-five years older than Amy McCallum, but he was still healthy and strong enough to provide for her and her sons. And she plainly needed a provider. Whether she and Malva could share a house was another question; Malva had had the running of her father's house since she could manage it. She was amiable, certainly, but I rather thought she had as much pride as her father, and wouldn't take kindly to being supplanted.
  We had been speaking in low voices and, at the sound of the surgery door opening, stopped abruptly. Malva poked her head into the study, her cheeks flushed and wispy tendrils of dark hair floating round her face. She looked like a Dresden figurine, despite the stains on her apron, and I saw Jamie smile at her look of eager freshness.
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conversations.value: What is two more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: And totally fictitious, I was inclined to think. But a widow had a great deal more freedom than did a maid or a wife, and if ever I saw a woman capable of taking care of herself...
  I had been paying no attention to the sounds in the kitchen, but at this point, there was a heavy crash and the sheriff's voice, cursing. No sound of the child or Mrs. Tolliver.
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conversations.value: What is the last five paragraphs?
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conversations.value: I glanced up at this sound, which indicated dubious acceptance of my reasoning but disagreement with my conclusion.
  Which is why, when the need to hide treasure had occurred to him, so had thought of the Spaniard's Cave.
  I was obliged to admit that the cave made as suitable a resting place as any. And the Spanish soldier's presence would likely discourage anyone who stumbled on the cave from further investigation, both Indians and settlers having a distinct aversion to ghosts. For that matter, so did Highlanders, and I turned curiously to Jamie.
  He smiled faintly in return, and rubbed the head of the torch in the damp gravel to extinguish it. A faint shaft of light from above glowed on the crown of his head.
  DIANA GABALDON is available for select readings and lectures. To inquire about a possible appearance, please contact the Random House Speakers Bureau at rhspeakers@randomhouse.com.
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
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conversations.value: I glanced up at this sound, which indicated dubious acceptance of my reasoning but disagreement with my conclusion.
  Which is why, when the need to hide treasure had occurred to him, so had thought of the Spaniard's Cave.
  I was obliged to admit that the cave made as suitable a resting place as any. And the Spanish soldier's presence would likely discourage anyone who stumbled on the cave from further investigation, both Indians and settlers having a distinct aversion to ghosts. For that matter, so did Highlanders, and I turned curiously to Jamie.
  He smiled faintly in return, and rubbed the head of the torch in the damp gravel to extinguish it. A faint shaft of light from above glowed on the crown of his head.
  DIANA GABALDON is available for select readings and lectures. To inquire about a possible appearance, please contact the Random House Speakers Bureau at rhspeakers@randomhouse.