Run: 2026-02-17-01KHMWWTA12X1YX28FH5TKZJYV

Run Details

Model:: Claude Sonnet 4
Test:: Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:: Fantasy: entering an ancient ruin
Duration:: 40.7s
Cost:: $0.028791

Evaluation summary

Score	Evaluator	Details Link
100.00%	Adverbs in dialogue tags	(details)
68.27%	AI-ism adverb frequency	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism character names	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism location names	(details)
36.54%	AI-ism word frequency	(details)
100.00%	Cliché density	(details)
100.00%	Emotion telling (show vs. tell)	(details)
0.00%	Filter word density	(details)
100.00%	Gibberish response detection	(details)
100.00%	Markdown formatting overuse	(details)
100.00%	Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)	(details)
100.00%	Name drop frequency	(details)
0.00%	Narrator intent-glossing	(details)
0.00%	"Not X but Y" pattern overuse	(details)
100.00%	Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)	(details)
68.97%	Paragraph length variance	(details)
92.50%	Passive voice overuse	(details)
100.00%	Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse	(details)
0.00%	Em-dash & semicolon overuse	(details)
89.06%	Purple prose (modifier overload)	(details)
100.00%	Repeated phrase echo	(details)
95.73%	Sentence length variance	(details)
67.20%	Sentence opener variety	(details)
61.73%	Adverb-first sentence starts	(details)
100.00%	Pronoun-first sentence starts	(details)
34.07%	Subject-first sentence starts	(details)
0.00%	Subordinate conjunction sentence starts	(details)
0.00%	Technical jargon density	(details)
0.00%	Useless dialogue additions	(details)
0.00%	Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)	(details)
63.8021%	Overall

Model input

System

You are an expert novelist with a gift for vivid, immersive prose. You write in tight third-person limited point of view with a strong narrative voice. Your prose is clean, precise, and engaging — you favor strong verbs, concrete details, and natural-sounding dialogue.

You will be given a story bible (codex) containing canonical details about characters, locations, items, and lore. Use these details to ground your writing in the established world. Stay consistent with the codex.

Write only the prose of the scene. Do not include titles, chapter headings, markdown formatting, or any commentary before or after the scene.

User/Human

<codex>
<character id="4412" name="Aurora Carter" aliases="Rory, Laila, Aurora, Carter, Malphora" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Protagonist">
  <eyeColor>bright blue</eyeColor>
  <hair>straight shoulder-length black</hair>
  <height>5'6"</height>
  <age>25</age>
  <scar>small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist from a childhood accident</scar>
  <description>Aurora, referred to by her friends as Rory, is cool-headed, intelligent, and known for quick out-of-the-box thinking.</description>
  <backstory>Born in Cardiff to an Irish barrister father (Brendan Carter) and Welsh teacher mother (Jennifer Carter née Ellis), Rory reluctantly pursued Pre-Law at Cardiff University. She fled to London at the behest of her childhood friend Eva after leaving an abusive ex named Evan. By day, Rory works part-time as a delivery person for Yu-Fei Cheung's Golden Empress restaurant. She lives in a flat above Silas' bar.</backstory>
</character>

<character id="4418" name="Nyx" aliases="Nyx, the Shadow, Nightwhisper" pronouns="they/them" species="Shade" storyRole="Wild Card">
  <eyeColor>faintly glowing violet</eyeColor>
  <height>approximately 6'2" in solid form</height>
  <age>ageless</age>
  <form>humanoid silhouette of living shadow, can shift between solid and incorporeal</form>
  <voice>sounds like a whisper carried on the wind</voice>
  <description>A being of living shadow, existing between the mortal plane and the spaces between realms.</description>
  <backstory>Nyx was once a human sorcerer named Aldric who became trapped between realms during a failed summoning ritual in 1643. They now exist as a Shade, bound to the mortal plane but able to slip between shadows.</backstory>
</character>

<character id="4424" name="Isolde Varga" aliases="Isolde, the Seer" pronouns="she/her" species="Half-Fae" storyRole="Oracle">
  <eyeColor>pale lavender</eyeColor>
  <hair>silver, reaching her waist</hair>
  <height>5'5"</height>
  <age>300 years old</age>
  <appearance>ethereal, ageless</appearance>
  <speech>speaks in riddles</speech>
  <footprints>leaves no footprints when she walks</footprints>
  <compulsion>cannot lie (Fae compulsion) but can mislead</compulsion>
  <description>A Half-Fae seer exiled from the Fae Courts for sharing visions with mortals.</description>
  <backstory>She now lives in a hidden grove in Richmond Park, offering cryptic prophecies to those who seek her out.</backstory>
</character>

<location id="853" name="Dymas (Gluttony)" aliases="Dymas, gluttony, Dymasian" realm="Hel" sin="Gluttony">
  <ruler>Prince Belphegor</ruler>
  <skyColor>warm amber</skyColor>
  <description>A place of excess and indulgence. Sprawling vineyards, orchards, and gardens provide exotic ingredients for master chefs — often helbound souls contracted from Earth. Grand feasts and culinary competitions are common.</description>
</location>

<location id="861" name="The Fae Grove" aliases="Isolde's grove, Richmond grove, the Grove" realm="Earth (Fae-touched)">
  <parkLocation>Richmond Park</parkLocation>
  <standingStones>ancient oak standing stones mark the boundary</standingStones>
  <timeBehavior>time moves differently — an hour inside can be minutes or days outside</timeBehavior>
  <flora>wildflowers bloom year-round</flora>
  <description>A hidden clearing that exists in a pocket between Earth and the Fae realm.</description>
</location>

<item id="2001" name="Heartstone Pendant" aliases="the pendant, Heartstone" type="Artifact" origin="Dymas">
  <gemstoneColor>deep crimson</gemstoneColor>
  <chainMaterial>silver chain</chainMaterial>
  <size>roughly the size of a thumbnail</size>
  <behavior>pulses faintly with warmth when near a Hel portal</behavior>
  <glow>faint inner glow</glow>
  <description>Given to Aurora by an unknown benefactor.</description>
</item>

<item id="2006" name="Fae-Forged Blade" aliases="the Fae blade, Isolde's gift" type="Weapon" origin="The Fae Courts">
  <material>moonsilver</material>
  <shape>slender, leaf-shaped dagger</shape>
  <temperature>always cold to the touch</temperature>
  <glow>faintly luminescent in moonlight</glow>
  <power>can cut through magical wards; particularly effective against demons</power>
  <givenTo>given to Aurora by Isolde as a gift</givenTo>
  <description>A weapon of the Fae Courts, rare and highly coveted.</description>
</item>

<lore id="7001" name="The Veil" aliases="the Veil, the Barrier, the Boundary" category="Cosmology">
  <solsticeEffect>weakens during the winter solstice, strengthens during the summer solstice</solsticeEffect>
  <appearance>faint shimmering distortion visible only to those with supernatural sight</appearance>
  <monitoring>rift points (tears in the Veil) are monitored by the Wardens</monitoring>
  <description>The Veil is the metaphysical barrier separating Earth from Hel and the Fae Realms.</description>
</lore>
</codex>

Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the fantasy genre.

A small group enters an ancient, otherworldly place for the first time. The environment is alien and wondrous. Describe their exploration — what they see, hear, and feel as they move deeper. Include moments of discovery, unease, and wonder. Let the world-building emerge through the characters' experience rather than exposition.

Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters, setting, and lore.
Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary.

Model response

The ancient oaks parted like curtains, their gnarled branches creating a natural archway that seemed to pulse with otherworldly energy. Rory stepped through first, the Heartstone pendant warming against her chest as she crossed the threshold. The sensation was immediate and disorienting—like stepping from a stuffy room into crisp mountain air, except the change went deeper than temperature. The very quality of existence shifted around them.

"We're not in Richmond anymore," Rory murmured, her hand instinctively moving to the Fae-forged blade at her hip. The moonsilver weapon hummed with a barely perceptible vibration, responding to the concentrated magic saturating this pocket realm.

Nyx flowed through the boundary as liquid shadow, their form rippling like smoke before solidifying into their humanoid silhouette. They turned their head—a gesture more felt than seen—toward the grove's heart. "The barriers between realms grow thin here," they whispered, their voice carrying notes that seemed to echo from places that had no names. "This space exists in the spaces between."

Behind them, Isolde's silver hair caught light that came from no visible source, creating a luminous cascade that reached nearly to the forest floor. She moved with that peculiar Fae grace, her feet making no sound on the carpet of impossible wildflowers that bloomed in defiant disregard of December's grip on the world beyond.

The grove stretched before them in impossible geometries. Pathways curved and twisted, leading the eye in directions that shouldn't exist. Ancient oaks stood in perfect circles, their trunks carved with symbols that seemed to shift when observed directly. Between their roots, flowers bloomed in colors that had no earthly names—petals that shimmered between blue and silver, stems that pulsed with golden veins like captured lightning.

"Time moves as a river here," Isolde said, her pale lavender eyes fixed on something beyond their sight. "Sometimes swift, sometimes still, always deeper than it appears." She paused beside a standing stone that hummed with contained power. "What was lost may be found, though the finding changes the finder."

Rory approached one of the massive oaks, its bark deeply grooved with spiraling patterns that made her eyes water if she looked too long. She reached out tentatively, her fingertips brushing the ancient wood. The contact sent a jolt through her—not painful, but overwhelming in its intensity. For a moment, she saw/felt/knew the tree's impossible age, the centuries of growth in a place where seasons held no meaning, where the very concept of time bent like heated metal.

"Careful," Nyx materialized beside her, their violet eyes flickering with concern. "The old growth remembers things that mortal minds weren't meant to hold."

A sound drifted through the grove—not quite music, not quite singing, but something that made their bones resonate in harmony. It seemed to come from the flowers themselves, or perhaps from the spaces between the petals where dewdrops hung like captured stars.

Rory pulled her hand back, flexing her fingers as sensation slowly returned to normal. The crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist tingled strangely, as if recognizing something kindred in this place of ancient wounds and older healing.

They moved deeper into the grove, following a path that seemed to reshape itself with each step. The air grew thicker, more substantial, carrying scents that had no earthly equivalent—something like cinnamon and starlight, with undertones of rain that had never touched the ground.

Isolde led them to a clearing where seven oaks formed a perfect heptagon, their canopies intertwining overhead to create a living cathedral. In the center stood a pool of water so still it might have been polished obsidian. The surface reflected not their faces, but glimpses of other times, other possibilities—fragments of what was, what might be, what could never be but somehow still existed in the spaces between certainty.

"Here," Isolde said simply, settling cross-legged beside the pool with fluid grace. "Here the threads converge."

Nyx circled the perimeter, their form occasionally flickering between solid and shadow. "I can feel the other realms pressing close," they murmured. "The Fae Courts whisper just beyond hearing. And deeper still..." They paused, violet eyes narrowing. "Something stirs in the lower realms. The barriers grow thin in all directions."

Rory knelt beside the pool, careful not to disturb its surface. The Heartstone pendant pulsed more insistently now, its crimson glow reflecting in the impossible water. As she watched, images swirled in the depths—glimpses of places she'd never seen but somehow recognized. A realm of amber skies and endless feasts. Courts of crystal and starlight where time was currency and truth a blade's edge.

"What are we seeing?" she asked, though part of her already knew the answer would come wrapped in Isolde's characteristic riddles.

The half-Fae seer smiled, an expression both beautiful and terrible in its knowing sadness. "The price of sight is the burden of seeing. What you glimpse here exists, has existed, will exist—but existence is not so simple a thing as mortals believe." She gestured to the pool with one elegant hand. "The Veil weakens. The solstice approaches. And in that weakening, all possibilities bleed through."

The temperature around them fluctuated without warning—one moment comfortably mild, the next sharp with winter's bite, then warm as a summer afternoon. Reality itself seemed to be breathing, expanding and contracting like living lungs.

A flower near Rory's knee suddenly bloomed—not the slow unfurling of natural growth, but an explosion of petals in colors that hurt to perceive directly. She jerked back as its perfume hit her, carrying with it the scent of places that existed only in dreams and nightmares.

"The grove responds to our presence," Nyx observed, their shadowy form rippling with what might have been unease. "We are disturbing something that has slumbered long."

Indeed, the very air around them had begun to shimmer with that same faint distortion Rory had learned to associate with tears in the Veil. But here, in this space between realms, the effect was magnified hundredfold. She could see layers of reality peeling away like old paint, revealing glimpses of the fundamental forces that held the worlds apart—or drew them together.

Isolde rose suddenly, her silver hair lifting in a wind that touched nothing else. Her pale eyes had gone wide, pupils dilating as if trying to capture more of whatever she was seeing.

"They come," she whispered, her usual riddling speech replaced by stark urgency. "The watchers wake. The sleepers stir. The price of passage grows dear."

The grove around them pulsed once, like a great heart beating, and suddenly they were no longer alone in this pocket between worlds.

Evaluation details

Result

Evaluator

Details

Meta Data

100.00%

Adverbs in dialogue tags

Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs

totalTags

adverbTagCount

adverbTags

0	"Isolde said simply [simply]"

dialogueSentences

tagDensity

0.6

leniency

rawRatio

0.083

effectiveRatio

0.083

68.27%

AI-ism adverb frequency

Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)

wordCount

1103

totalAiIsmAdverbs

found

adverb	"very"
count	3

adverb	"slowly"
count	1

adverb	"suddenly"
count	3

highlights

0	"very"
1	"slowly"
2	"suddenly"

100.00%

AI-ism character names

Target: 0 AI-default names (17 tracked, −20% each)

codexExemptions	(empty)
found	(empty)

100.00%

AI-ism location names

Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)

codexExemptions	(empty)
found	(empty)

36.54%

AI-ism word frequency

Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)

wordCount

1103

totalAiIsms

found

word	"pulse"
count	1

word	"otherworldly"
count	1

word	"echo"
count	1

word	"perfect"
count	2

word	"shimmered"
count	1

word	"pulsed"
count	3

word	"intensity"
count	1

word	"whisper"
count	1

word	"depths"
count	1

word	"crystal"
count	1

word	"stark"
count	1

highlights

0	"pulse"
1	"otherworldly"
2	"echo"
3	"perfect"
4	"shimmered"
5	"pulsed"
6	"intensity"
7	"whisper"
8	"depths"
9	"crystal"
10	"stark"

100.00%

Cliché density

Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window

totalCliches

maxInWindow

found

label	"sent a shiver through"
count	1

highlights

0	"sent a jolt through"

100.00%

Emotion telling (show vs. tell)

Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling

emotionTells	0
narrationSentences	55
matches	(empty)

0.00%

Filter word density

Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words

filterCount

hedgeCount

narrationSentences

filterMatches

(empty)

hedgeMatches

0	"seemed to"

100.00%

Gibberish response detection

Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)

analyzedSentences	63
gibberishSentences	0
adjustedGibberishSentences	0
longSentenceCount	0
runOnParagraphCount	0
giantParagraphCount	0
wordSaladCount	0
repetitionLoopCount	0
controlTokenCount	0
maxSentenceWordsSeen	38
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Markdown formatting overuse

Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting

markdownSpans	0
markdownWords	0
totalWords	1091
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)

Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks

totalAttributions	10
unquotedAttributions	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Name drop frequency

Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words

totalMentions

wordCount

922

uniqueNames

maxNameDensity

0.76

worstName

"Rory"

maxWindowNameDensity

1.5

worstWindowName

"Isolde"

discoveredNames

Heartstone	2
Fae-forged	1
Isolde	6
Fae	3
December	1
Rory	7
Nyx	4
Indeed	1
Veil	1

persons

0	"Isolde"
1	"Fae"
2	"December"
3	"Rory"
4	"Nyx"

places

0	"Fae-forged"
1	"Veil"

globalScore

windowScore

0.00%

Narrator intent-glossing

Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns

analyzedSentences

glossingSentenceCount

matches

0	"archway that seemed to pulse with otherworldly energy"
1	"notes that seemed to echo from places that had no names"
2	"symbols that seemed to shift when observed directly"
3	"not quite music, not quite singing, but something that made their bones resonate in harmony"
4	"not quite singing, but something that made their bones resonate in harmony"
5	"as if recognizing something kindred in this place of ancient wounds and older healing"
6	"path that seemed to reshape itself with each step"
7	"something like cinnamon and starlight, with"
8	"as if trying to capture more of whatever she was seeing"

0.00%

"Not X but Y" pattern overuse

Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words

totalMatches

per1kWords

4.583

wordCount

1091

matches

0	"not painful, but overwhelming in its intensity"
1	"not quite music, not quite singing, but something"
2	"not quite singing, but something"
3	"not their faces, but glimpses of other times, other possibilities"
4	"not the slow unfurling of natural growth, but an explosion of petals in colors"

100.00%

Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)

Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses

thatCount	0
totalSentences	63
matches	(empty)

68.97%

Paragraph length variance

Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts

totalParagraphs

mean

45.46

std

17.79

0.391

sampleLengths

0	66
1	36
2	61
3	54
4	65
5	50
6	78
7	23
8	42
9	37
10	44
11	70
12	16
13	50
14	64
15	21
16	65
17	34
18	47
19	26
20	62
21	33
22	24
23	23

92.50%

Passive voice overuse

Target: ≤2% passive sentences

passiveCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"been polished"
1	"was magnified"

100.00%

Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse

Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs

pastProgressiveCount

totalVerbs

154

matches

0	"was seeing"

0.00%

Em-dash & semicolon overuse

Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons

emDashCount

semicolonCount

flaggedSentences

totalSentences

ratio

0.175

matches

0	"The sensation was immediate and disorienting—like stepping from a stuffy room into crisp mountain air, except the change went deeper than temperature."
1	"They turned their head—a gesture more felt than seen—toward the grove's heart."
2	"Between their roots, flowers bloomed in colors that had no earthly names—petals that shimmered between blue and silver, stems that pulsed with golden veins like captured lightning."
3	"The contact sent a jolt through her—not painful, but overwhelming in its intensity."
4	"A sound drifted through the grove—not quite music, not quite singing, but something that made their bones resonate in harmony."
5	"The air grew thicker, more substantial, carrying scents that had no earthly equivalent—something like cinnamon and starlight, with undertones of rain that had never touched the ground."
6	"The surface reflected not their faces, but glimpses of other times, other possibilities—fragments of what was, what might be, what could never be but somehow still existed in the spaces between certainty."
7	"As she watched, images swirled in the depths—glimpses of places she'd never seen but somehow recognized."
8	"The temperature around them fluctuated without warning—one moment comfortably mild, the next sharp with winter's bite, then warm as a summer afternoon."
9	"A flower near Rory's knee suddenly bloomed—not the slow unfurling of natural growth, but an explosion of petals in colors that hurt to perceive directly."
10	"She could see layers of reality peeling away like old paint, revealing glimpses of the fundamental forces that held the worlds apart—or drew them together."

89.06%

Purple prose (modifier overload)

Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking

wordCount	937
adjectiveStacks	0
stackExamples	(empty)
adverbCount	48
adverbRatio	0.051227321237993596
lyAdverbCount	20
lyAdverbRatio	0.021344717182497332

100.00%

Repeated phrase echo

Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)

totalSentences	63
echoCount	0
echoWords	(empty)

95.73%

Sentence length variance

Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts

totalSentences

mean

17.32

std

6.74

0.389

sampleLengths

0	20
1	16
2	22
3	8
4	18
5	18
6	19
7	12
8	23
9	7
10	24
11	30
12	8
13	12
14	18
15	27
16	18
17	20
18	12
19	24
20	10
21	13
22	31
23	11
24	12
25	20
26	22
27	14
28	23
29	17
30	27
31	22
32	16
33	32
34	12
35	4
36	12
37	10
38	15
39	13
40	11
41	15
42	16
43	8
44	14
45	21
46	14
47	37
48	14
49	22

67.20%

Sentence opener variety

Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers

consecutiveRepeats	6
diversityRatio	0.4603174603174603
totalSentences	63
uniqueOpeners	29

61.73%

Adverb-first sentence starts

Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb

adverbCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"Indeed, the very air around"

ratio

0.019

100.00%

Pronoun-first sentence starts

Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun

pronounCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"They turned their head—a gesture"
1	"they whispered, their voice carrying"
2	"She moved with that peculiar"
3	"She paused beside a standing"
4	"She reached out tentatively, her"
5	"It seemed to come from"
6	"They moved deeper into the"
7	"They paused, violet eyes narrowing"
8	"she asked, though part of"
9	"She gestured to the pool"
10	"She jerked back as its"
11	"She could see layers of"
12	"Her pale eyes had gone"
13	"she whispered, her usual riddling"

ratio

0.259

34.07%

Subject-first sentence starts

Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject

subjectCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"The ancient oaks parted like"
1	"Rory stepped through first, the"
2	"The sensation was immediate and"
3	"The very quality of existence"
4	"Rory murmured, her hand instinctively"
5	"The moonsilver weapon hummed with"
6	"Nyx flowed through the boundary"
7	"They turned their head—a gesture"
8	"they whispered, their voice carrying"
9	"She moved with that peculiar"
10	"The grove stretched before them"
11	"Pathways curved and twisted, leading"
12	"Isolde said, her pale lavender"
13	"She paused beside a standing"
14	"Rory approached one of the"
15	"She reached out tentatively, her"
16	"The contact sent a jolt"
17	"Nyx materialized beside her, their"
18	"A sound drifted through the"
19	"It seemed to come from"

ratio

0.852

0.00%

Subordinate conjunction sentence starts

Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction

subConjCount	0
totalSentences	54
matches	(empty)
ratio	0

0.00%

Technical jargon density

Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns

analyzedSentences

technicalSentenceCount

matches

0	"The ancient oaks parted like curtains, their gnarled branches creating a natural archway that seemed to pulse with otherworldly energy."
1	"Nyx flowed through the boundary as liquid shadow, their form rippling like smoke before solidifying into their humanoid silhouette."
2	"Behind them, Isolde's silver hair caught light that came from no visible source, creating a luminous cascade that reached nearly to the forest floor."
3	"She moved with that peculiar Fae grace, her feet making no sound on the carpet of impossible wildflowers that bloomed in defiant disregard of December's grip on…"
4	"Between their roots, flowers bloomed in colors that had no earthly names—petals that shimmered between blue and silver, stems that pulsed with golden veins like…"
5	"Rory approached one of the massive oaks, its bark deeply grooved with spiraling patterns that made her eyes water if she looked too long."
6	"The crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist tingled strangely, as if recognizing something kindred in this place of ancient wounds and older healing."
7	"The air grew thicker, more substantial, carrying scents that had no earthly equivalent—something like cinnamon and starlight, with undertones of rain that had n…"
8	"She could see layers of reality peeling away like old paint, revealing glimpses of the fundamental forces that held the worlds apart—or drew them together."
9	"Her pale eyes had gone wide, pupils dilating as if trying to capture more of whatever she was seeing."

0.00%

Useless dialogue additions

Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments

totalTags

uselessAdditionCount

matches

0	"Isolde said, her pale lavender eyes fixed on something beyond their sight"
1	"Nyx materialized, their violet eyes flickering with concern"
2	"Nyx observed, their shadowy form rippling with what might have been unease"

0.00%

Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)

Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags

totalTags

fancyCount

fancyTags

0	"Rory murmured (murmur)"
1	"they whispered (whisper)"
2	"they murmured (murmur)"
3	"Nyx observed (observe)"
4	"she whispered (whisper)"

dialogueSentences

tagDensity

0.4

leniency

0.8

rawRatio

0.625

effectiveRatio

0.5

63.8021%