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conversations.value: What is a description for a book titled The Minotauress about INFERNAL, CITY, GAST with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction?
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conversations.value: the author has had over thirty books published in the horror and suspense field, including CITY INFERNAL, GAST, HOUSE INFERNAL, and BRIDES OF THE IMPALER. He is a Bram Stoker award nominee, and his short stories have appeared in over a dozen mass-market anthologies, including THE BEST AMERICAN MYSTERY STORIES OF 2000, Pocket s HOT BLOOD series, and the award-wining 999. Several of his novels have recently sold translation rights to Germany and Romania. His movie, HEADER, has been picked up for distribution by Synapse Films. Meanwhile, CITY INFERNAL, MESSENGER, GHOULS, THE BIGHEAD, and FAMILY TRADITION have been optioned for film. Upcoming projects include two Lovecraftian novellas: THE INNSWICH HORROR and HAUNTER OF THE THRESHOLD. the author lives on Florida s St. Pete Beach. Visit him online at edwardleeonline.com.
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conversations.value: What is the first four paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: The Minotauress
  He drove back to the station, disappointed. "I'm going to have to arrest you for the credit card. When we get to the station, I'll read you your rights and give you a piece of paper to sign stating that you understand your rights."
  Oddly, White Shirt seemed relieved. "Well, since you're arresting me, I guess I'll have my day in court."
  The man rambled on. "I don't mind the experience of arrest, for I've never been arrested before. It's something I can later write about...in truth; and I'm certain I'll be exonerated once I have some discourse with the judge. As for the personages I was cavorting with previously?" The man paused, smiling meditatively. "Good or bad, all people are part of the truth of the world, sir. An unlikely trio indeed, I'll admit. But as a writer, I learn from everybody."
  Stu was sick of the chatter. "I guess on that note I'll remind you that you have the right to remain silent."
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conversations.value: What is five more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Dodell slipped his mouth off, then swallowed in a loud gulp. "Told ya. And nut don't taste nearly as bad as ya'd think. You get used to it."
  Lass pulled over at the next turn, and suddenly gravel was popping under the tires. In the darkness, Stoddard's Mill loomed like a stark black-marble ruin. Seven dead kids they'd found thus far in the vicinity. What would they find tonight?
  Lass stuffed his wet dick back in his pants and zipped up. "Grab the flashlights. Let's check this out."
  Lass laughed out loud. "Fuck you, ya goddamn homo. You think I'm gonna suck your dick, you're even dumber than I thought. You tell anyone, they'll never believe you, and I'll make goddamn sure you never work in law enforcement again. Shit, you won't even be able to get a job swabbing the floors at Barnett's Diner. Now put your dick back in your pants and grab the flashlights like I told you, you cum-swallowing dick-sucking queen."
  Lass got out, looking into the darkness. Dodell clumped out himself, flashlights clinking. He passed one to Lass.
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conversations.value: What is the last five paragraphs? Start with the sentence 'Ajax gratefully became the estate's new groundskeeper, while his new wife, Shirley, continued to run the house and willingly offered herself up as a living sperm depository for Ajax' throbbing need'.
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conversations.value: Ajax gratefully became the estate's new groundskeeper, while his new wife, Shirley, continued to run the house and willingly offered herself up as a living sperm depository for Ajax' throbbing need. Her big tits wobbled...everywhere.
  But Dean had a new wife too: Arianne. It was a wonderful life by both of their standards. Dean got laid or got his dick sucked whenever he pleased, and Arianne had her man. The true heart was enough, in fact. Now that Dean was back with her, she kicked her drug habit without a hitch. But Arianne's drug habit wasn't the only thing that was kicked.
  Arianne's ass was kicked just as thoroughly. Some women liked it rough, and this skinny little tramp was the epitome of the notion. It was a woman's secret, of course: a man's love was never proven until he demonstrated the promptitude with which he was willing to slap the snot out of the woman he adored.
  Arianne blinked out the stars, got her husband's beer, and brought it to him. She even opened it for him, then cuddled up close to his strong warm body and smiled with blood smearing her lips.
  And standing in the cluttered dark, in a disused coat closet in the foyer, was the rusting pair of horn-crankers.