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conversations.value: Do you know a plot for a book about Albion, Auroran, Grimm entitled The Aeronaut's Windlass? End with the sentence '\nThere, they prepare for the upcoming war with Aurora while knowing that a deeper enemy lurks behind the attacks.'.
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conversations.value: The Aeronaut's Windlass: Captain Grimm is an Albion privateer preying on Auroran airships when his vessel, the Predator is caught in an ambush and has its invaluable lift crystal damaged.\nMeanwhile, Bridget and Gwen (along with Rowl) are new recruits in training for the Spirearch's Guard under the supervision of Gwen's cousin, Benedict.\nNear the end of their training, spire Albion suffers an attack by the forces of spire Aurora, who infiltrate their spire disguised as Albion guards and attempt to sabotage their crystal production facilities.\nBoth Captain Grimm and the Spireguard group fight groups of invaders, eventually crossing paths when Grimm helps break up a mexican standoff the guards found themselves in.\nThe monarch of Spire Albion, Spirearch Addison Orson Magnus Jeremiah Albion recruits Bridget, Gwen and Benedict to investigate his suspicions of further infiltration by the Auroran forces.\nHe introduces the group to Ferus and Folly; a master Etherealist and his apprentice, and contracts Captain Grimm to transport them with the promise of new lift crystals for his damaged ship.\nBeginning their investigation, they quickly discover disturbances in Habble Landing, a lower level of the spire where much of the spires' commerce takes place.\nBridget, Rowl and Folly find themselves ambushed by a teeming mass of silkweaver hatchlings, silverfish-like insects with a venomous bite.\nMeanwhile, Gwen, Benedict and Ferus are attacked in a tavern by a massive silkweaver matriarch which displays remarkable intelligence for what is supposedly a simple beast.\nAfter the attacks, Bridget and Folly are taken prisoner by the Auroran forces and meet Sycorax Cavendish, an etherealist working with the enemy.\nAfter Rowl escapes and sends word to Captain Grimm, he sets off to challenge the leader of the local cat tribe for help fighting off the invaders.\nGrimm and his crew make contact with the Verminocitors - a guild which earns its way by tracking down and killing dangerous surface beasts who have made their way into the spire - and launch a rescue mission to save their captured comrades.\nThey find more adult silkweavers guarding the pair, and all seems to be lost until Rowl arrives with a force of 200 cats to turn the tide.\nMeanwhile, the Auroran forces have launched their plans, stealing a valuable book known as The Index from a library before setting it on fire, then marching through the predominantly wooden Habble Landing, setting firebombs before escaping on a pirate vessel named the Mistshark captained by Grimm's ex wife.\nAfter rescuing the two girls, Grim and crew return to the dock just in time to see it destroyed by the guns of his ex's ship.\nThe Predator, newly repaired though not quite at full power, loads up and sets off in pursuit.\nThey catch the Mistshark before it can rendezvous with the Auroran fleet and disable it.\nBefore they can affect the surrender, they are attacked by the Auroran flagship Itasca.\nOutgunned by the larger vessel, the Predator flees to spire Albion, where a handful of Albion fleet ships intercept and give battle to the Itasca.\nEmerging victorious from the final battle, the team returns to Spire Albion.\nThere, they prepare for the upcoming war with Aurora while knowing that a deeper enemy lurks behind the attacks.
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conversations.value: Do you know the first three paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: The Aeronaut's Windlass
  And with that, he gave her a rigid bow and strode off the bridge. His boots thumped solidly on the deck and the stairs as he left.
  When Gwen turned back to the front of the ship, she found Grimm standing two feet from her. The man had not made a sound to give away his approach, and Gwen had to force herself not to flinch as she found him facing her.
  He was, she thought, a rather striking man. He wasn't beautiful. His features weren't balanced. He had a rather heavy brow, which gave him a slightly brutish look—one that was belied by the glitter of intelligence in his dark eyes. His cheekbones were sharp and wide, and contrasted with his thick jawline. His mouth was narrow, though whether that was its natural form or simply his current expression, Gwen couldn't say. He was of unimpressive height, but well muscled, and he had the look of a man who could do heavy work for hours without tiring. His hands were blocky, square and strong, and he carried himself with the rigidly proper posture of the Fleet, despite his disgrace.
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conversations.value: The moment she was out of sight, Grimm spun on a heel and marched back into his cabin. "Master Ferus, we shall leave with the shore party imme—"
  He broke off his words suddenly. The old etherealist was lying on the floor curled into a fetal ball, clutching at his stomach. He rocked as if in agony, weeping silent tears.
  Grimm blinked several more times. The old man's collection. Was that what he was babbling about? Why?
  Obviously, Grimm thought, for the same reason that Cavendish insisted that he give it up: It must have been some kind of totem or fetish to the old man. He was broken and needed the collection to help him function, just as Folly needed her jar of crystals for communicating with speech—and just as Madame Cavendish seemed obsessed with the observation of courtesy. That madness seemed to follow every etherealist he had ever met. Their power, it would seem, did not come without a price.
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conversations.value: Do you know the last three paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Master Ferus came clomping up the ladder to her loft, his wild white hair waving, his face concerned. "Folly?"
  The memory of their screams of panic brought tears to Folly's eyes again.
  He put a hand on her shoulder and rested his forehead against hers, his eyes closed. She leaned against him, grateful for his simple proximity.
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conversations.value: Master Ferus came clomping up the ladder to her loft, his wild white hair waving, his face concerned. "Folly?"
  The memory of their screams of panic brought tears to Folly's eyes again. When she blinked them free, the master was regarding her with compassion. 
  He put a hand on her shoulder and rested his forehead against hers, his eyes closed. She leaned against him, grateful for his simple proximity.