conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a story about Baba, Yaga, Andrew&amp;'s with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this story could be 'The Necromancer's House'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first two paragraphs for this story.
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.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.. Start with the sentence 'A man in a ridiculous toupee reaches past other celebrants to tuck a fiver in the well-stuffed tip pitcher'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: 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: Give me the last four paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: 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.