Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNF1DVKQV4GYV0ZF49G0421

Run Details

Model:: DeepSeek V3.1
Test:: Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:: Fantasy: entering an ancient ruin
Duration:: 1m 19s
Cost:: $0.001985
Provider:: SiliconFlow

Evaluation summary

Score	Evaluator	Details Link
78.57%	Adverbs in dialogue tags	(details)
66.58%	AI-ism adverb frequency	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism character names	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism location names	(details)
0.00%	AI-ism word frequency	(details)
100.00%	Cliché density	(details)
100.00%	Emotion telling (show vs. tell)	(details)
84.15%	Filter word density	(details)
100.00%	Gibberish response detection	(details)
100.00%	Markdown formatting overuse	(details)
100.00%	Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)	(details)
83.33%	Name drop frequency	(details)
34.62%	Narrator intent-glossing	(details)
0.00%	"Not X but Y" pattern overuse	(details)
100.00%	Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)	(details)
100.00%	Paragraph length variance	(details)
71.62%	Passive voice overuse	(details)
70.13%	Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse	(details)
0.00%	Em-dash & semicolon overuse	(details)
82.00%	Purple prose (modifier overload)	(details)
100.00%	Repeated phrase echo	(details)
100.00%	Sentence length variance	(details)
41.45%	Sentence opener variety	(details)
46.30%	Adverb-first sentence starts	(details)
81.11%	Pronoun-first sentence starts	(details)
8.61%	Subject-first sentence starts	(details)
0.00%	Subordinate conjunction sentence starts	(details)
79.37%	Technical jargon density	(details)
0.00%	Useless dialogue additions	(details)
0.00%	Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)	(details)
64.2612%	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 air changed the moment they passed through the shimmering distortion between the ancient oaks. It wasn't just a change in temperature or humidity; it was a shift in the very substance of reality. The sounds of Richmond Park—the distant traffic, the chatter of other walkers, the chirping of common sparrows—snuffed out like a candle flame. In its place was a profound, resonant silence, broken only by a low, melodic hum that seemed to emanate from the moss underfoot and the very air they now breathed.

Rory’s hand went instinctively to the Heartstone pendant resting against her collarbone. It was warm, a gentle, living heat that pulsed in time with the thrumming of this hidden grove. She glanced at Nyx, whose form seemed to drink the strange, dappled light. Here, they were more solid, less like a walking silhouette and more like a person carved from polished obsidian.

“We are here,” Isolde’s voice was a soft chime, not disturbing the silence so much as weaving into it. She stood ahead of them, her silver hair seeming to move with a breeze Rory couldn’t feel. Her lavender eyes surveyed the clearing with the weary fondness of one returning home.

The grove was a pocket of impossible nature. Wildflowers carpeted the ground in a riot of colour that defied the grey London autumn they had just left behind. Blues deeper than the sky, reds as vivid as fresh blood, and yellows that seemed to emit their own light bloomed in tangled, beautiful profusion. The trees were not just oaks; their bark was silvery, and their leaves, though autumnal in shape, shimmered with hints of copper and pearl. Above, the sky was not the familiar muted grey, but a soft, lavender-tinted twilight, though Rory was certain they had entered in the middle of the afternoon.

“Time moves… differently here,” Rory murmured, more to herself than anyone.

“It moves as it wishes,” Isolde corrected gently, a faint smile touching her lips. “It is not a river, but a pond. We may skim the surface or dive deep.” She gestured for them to follow, and Rory noticed, as she had been told but still found unsettling, that the half-fae left no footprints in the soft, loamy earth.

They walked deeper into the grove. The humming grew slightly louder, resolving into something almost like distant, wordless singing. The air was thick with the scent of blooming jasmine and wet stone, a combination that was both intoxicating and strangely clean. Rory’s skin prickled. Every sense was heightened. She could feel the individual blades of magical grass brushing against her ankles, could taste the metallic tang of old magic on her tongue.

Nyx moved with a predator’s grace, their violet eyes scanning the environment intently. They reached out a shadowy hand and let it pass through the trunk of one of the silver-barked trees. The tree shimmered, and for a moment, Rory saw not wood, but a complex web of silver light. “It is not entirely here,” Nyx whispered, their voice a rustle of dried leaves. “It exists in both places at once. A anchor point.”

“You see truly, Shadow-Walker,” Isolde said, a note of approval in her voice. “The Grove is a stitch in the tapestry of the Veil. A delicate one.”

The path—if it could be called a path, for it was merely a slightly less dense patch of flowers—wound towards a circle of standing stones. These were not the rough-hewn monoliths of human prehistory; they were living oak trees, impossibly ancient and vast, their trunks forming a perfect ring. Their branches wove together high above, creating a cathedral-like canopy. In the center of the circle, the air shimmered with a more intense light, a visible concentration of the energy that suffused the entire grove.

As they approached the circle, Rory’s unease grew. It was a primal feeling, a deep-seated awareness that she was trespassing in a place where the normal rules did not apply. The Heartstone pulsed warmer against her skin, a comforting presence in the face of the unknown. She felt a sudden, sharp cold against her thigh and flinched, her hand flying to the hilt of the Fae-forged blade Isolde had given her. The moonsilver dagger felt like a shard of winter, its chill seeping through the fabric of her jeans. It was glowing with a faint, phosphorescent light.

Isolde paused at the edge of the stone circle. “The blade feels the old wards. They are strong here. This is a place of speaking, of seeing.” She turned her pale lavender gaze on Rory. “The Grove welcomes you, Aurora Carter. But it tests you, also. It shows you not what is, but what may be, or what once was.”

Rory took a tentative step into the circle. The moment her foot touched the mossy ground within the ring of trees, the world dissolved.

The lavender twilight vanished, replaced by a sky of warm, liquid amber. The scent of jasmine was overpowered by the rich, decadent aromas of roasting meats, spiced wines, and exotic fruits. She stood at the edge of a sprawling vineyard, under unfamiliar stars. In the distance, she could see the silhouettes of grand pavilions and hear the faint, seductive strains of music. The air was heavy, warm, and thick with indulgence. Dymas. The name surfaced in her mind from the coded warnings she’d been given. Her skin crawled. The Heartstone was hot now, almost uncomfortably so, thrumming like a panicked heart.

Then, as quickly as it appeared, the vision was gone. She was back in the cool, quiet grove, the amber sky a fading afterimage on her retinas. She staggered, and Nyx was suddenly there, a solid, cool presence at her side, their touch steadying her.

“What did you see?” Nyx’s whisper was full of concern.

“Gluttony,” Rory breathed, her voice shaky. “The… amber sky. Feasts.”

Isolde nodded solemnly. “The Veil is thin for you. The pendant you carry… it is a key as much as it is a ward. It connects you to that realm, even as it warns you of its proximity.”

Rory looked down at the crimson stone. It was cooling rapidly, returning to its gentle warmth. She understood now. It wasn’t just a compass for danger; it was a thread, tying her fate to a world she was only beginning to comprehend. The wonder of the grove was now tinged with a sharp, metallic fear. This wasn’t just an exploration; it was a reconnaissance into a war she hadn’t known she was enlisted in.

She looked from the ethereal, untrustworthy seer to the ageless shadow-being, and felt the cold weight of the Fae blade on her leg. She was surrounded by ancient powers and tangled loyalties, standing in a place outside of time. The initial awe had curdled into a profound sense of her own smallness. But as her fingers tightened around the chilling hilt of the dagger, a sliver of her cool-headed resolve returned. She had fled one life of being controlled. She would not walk blindly into another. The exploration was over. The real journey was just beginning.

Evaluation details

Result

Evaluator

Details

Meta Data

78.57%

Adverbs in dialogue tags

Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs

totalTags

adverbTagCount

adverbTags

0	"Isolde corrected gently [gently]"

dialogueSentences

tagDensity

0.5

leniency

rawRatio

0.143

effectiveRatio

0.143

66.58%

AI-ism adverb frequency

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

wordCount

1197

totalAiIsmAdverbs

found

adverb	"very"
count	2

adverb	"gently"
count	1

adverb	"slightly"
count	2

adverb	"truly"
count	1

adverb	"quickly"
count	1

adverb	"suddenly"
count	1

highlights

0	"very"
1	"gently"
2	"slightly"
3	"truly"
4	"quickly"
5	"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)

0.00%

AI-ism word frequency

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

wordCount

1197

totalAiIsms

found

word	"profound"
count	2

word	"silence"
count	2

word	"pulsed"
count	2

word	"shimmered"
count	3

word	"familiar"
count	1

word	"resolving"
count	1

word	"could feel"
count	1

word	"predator"
count	1

word	"scanning"
count	1

word	"complex"
count	1

word	"tapestry"
count	1

word	"perfect"
count	1

word	"comforting"
count	1

word	"chill"
count	1

word	"coded"
count	1

word	"whisper"
count	1

word	"warmth"
count	1

word	"tinged"
count	1

word	"weight"
count	1

word	"sense of"
count	1

word	"chilling"
count	1

word	"resolve"
count	1

highlights

0	"profound"
1	"silence"
2	"pulsed"
3	"shimmered"
4	"familiar"
5	"resolving"
6	"could feel"
7	"predator"
8	"scanning"
9	"complex"
10	"tapestry"
11	"perfect"
12	"comforting"
13	"chill"
14	"coded"
15	"whisper"
16	"warmth"
17	"tinged"
18	"weight"
19	"sense of"
20	"chilling"
21	"resolve"

100.00%

Cliché density

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

totalCliches

maxInWindow

found

label	"air was thick with"
count	1

highlights

0	"The air was thick with"

100.00%

Emotion telling (show vs. tell)

Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling

emotionTells	0
narrationSentences	73
matches	(empty)

84.15%

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	78
gibberishSentences	0
adjustedGibberishSentences	0
longSentenceCount	0
runOnParagraphCount	0
giantParagraphCount	0
wordSaladCount	0
repetitionLoopCount	0
controlTokenCount	0
maxSentenceWordsSeen	46
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Markdown formatting overuse

Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting

markdownSpans	0
markdownWords	0
totalWords	1184
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)

Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks

totalAttributions	6
unquotedAttributions	0
matches	(empty)

83.33%

Name drop frequency

Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words

totalMentions

wordCount

1036

uniqueNames

maxNameDensity

1.16

worstName

"Rory"

maxWindowNameDensity

2.5

worstWindowName

"Rory"

discoveredNames

Richmond	1
Park	1
Heartstone	3
Nyx	5
Rory	12
London	1
Isolde	6
Fae-forged	1
Fae	2

persons

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

places

0	"Richmond"
1	"Park"
2	"Heartstone"
3	"London"

globalScore

0.921

windowScore

0.833

34.62%

Narrator intent-glossing

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

analyzedSentences

glossingSentenceCount

matches

0	"hum that seemed to emanate from the moss underfoot and the very air they now breathed"
1	"yellows that seemed to emit their own light bloomed in tangled, beautiful profusion"
2	"felt like a shard of winter, its chill"

0.00%

"Not X but Y" pattern overuse

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

totalMatches

per1kWords

3.378

wordCount

1184

matches

0	"not the familiar muted grey, but a soft, lavender-tinted twilight, though Rory was certain th"
1	"not a river, but a pond"
2	"not wood, but a complex web of silver light"
3	"not what is, but what may be"

100.00%

Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)

Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses

thatCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"unsettling, that the"

100.00%

Paragraph length variance

Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts

totalParagraphs

mean

59.2

std

30.54

0.516

sampleLengths

0	86
1	62
2	50
3	104
4	11
5	59
6	72
7	74
8	27
9	84
10	97
11	60
12	24
13	101
14	45
15	10
16	10
17	38
18	74
19	96

71.62%

Passive voice overuse

Target: ≤2% passive sentences

passiveCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"been told"
1	"was heightened"
2	"was overpowered"
3	"been given"
4	"was gone"
5	"was enlisted"
6	"was surrounded"

70.13%

Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse

Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs

pastProgressiveCount

totalVerbs

154

matches

0	"was trespassing"
1	"was glowing"
2	"was cooling"

0.00%

Em-dash & semicolon overuse

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

emDashCount

semicolonCount

flaggedSentences

totalSentences

ratio

0.09

matches

0	"It wasn't just a change in temperature or humidity; it was a shift in the very substance of reality."
1	"The sounds of Richmond Park—the distant traffic, the chatter of other walkers, the chirping of common sparrows—snuffed out like a candle flame."
2	"The trees were not just oaks; their bark was silvery, and their leaves, though autumnal in shape, shimmered with hints of copper and pearl."
3	"The path—if it could be called a path, for it was merely a slightly less dense patch of flowers—wound towards a circle of standing stones."
4	"These were not the rough-hewn monoliths of human prehistory; they were living oak trees, impossibly ancient and vast, their trunks forming a perfect ring."
5	"It wasn’t just a compass for danger; it was a thread, tying her fate to a world she was only beginning to comprehend."
6	"This wasn’t just an exploration; it was a reconnaissance into a war she hadn’t known she was enlisted in."

82.00%

Purple prose (modifier overload)

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

wordCount

1048

adjectiveStacks

stackExamples

0	"soft, lavender-tinted twilight,"
1	"together high above, creating"
2	"sudden, sharp cold against her"

adverbCount

adverbRatio

0.03625954198473282

lyAdverbCount

lyAdverbRatio

0.016221374045801526

100.00%

Repeated phrase echo

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

totalSentences	78
echoCount	0
echoWords	(empty)

100.00%

Sentence length variance

Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts

totalSentences

mean

15.18

std

8.04

0.53

sampleLengths

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

41.45%

Sentence opener variety

Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers

consecutiveRepeats	11
diversityRatio	0.3333333333333333
totalSentences	78
uniqueOpeners	26

46.30%

Adverb-first sentence starts

Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb

adverbCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"Then, as quickly as it"

ratio

0.014

81.11%

Pronoun-first sentence starts

Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun

pronounCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"It wasn't just a change"
1	"It was warm, a gentle,"
2	"She glanced at Nyx, whose"
3	"She stood ahead of them,"
4	"Her lavender eyes surveyed the"
5	"She gestured for them to"
6	"They walked deeper into the"
7	"She could feel the individual"
8	"They reached out a shadowy"
9	"Their branches wove together high"
10	"It was a primal feeling,"
11	"She felt a sudden, sharp"
12	"It was glowing with a"
13	"She turned her pale lavender"
14	"She stood at the edge"
15	"Her skin crawled."
16	"She was back in the"
17	"She staggered, and Nyx was"
18	"It was cooling rapidly, returning"
19	"She understood now."

ratio

0.347

8.61%

Subject-first sentence starts

Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject

subjectCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"The air changed the moment"
1	"It wasn't just a change"
2	"The sounds of Richmond Park—the"
3	"Rory’s hand went instinctively to"
4	"It was warm, a gentle,"
5	"She glanced at Nyx, whose"
6	"Here, they were more solid,"
7	"Isolde’s voice was a soft"
8	"She stood ahead of them,"
9	"Her lavender eyes surveyed the"
10	"The grove was a pocket"
11	"Wildflowers carpeted the ground in"
12	"Blues deeper than the sky,"
13	"The trees were not just"
14	"Rory murmured, more to herself"
15	"Isolde corrected gently, a faint"
16	"She gestured for them to"
17	"They walked deeper into the"
18	"The humming grew slightly louder,"
19	"The air was thick with"

ratio

0.903

0.00%

Subordinate conjunction sentence starts

Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction

subConjCount	0
totalSentences	72
matches	(empty)
ratio	0

79.37%

Technical jargon density

Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns

analyzedSentences

technicalSentenceCount

matches

0	"In its place was a profound, resonant silence, broken only by a low, melodic hum that seemed to emanate from the moss underfoot and the very air they now breath…"
1	"Blues deeper than the sky, reds as vivid as fresh blood, and yellows that seemed to emit their own light bloomed in tangled, beautiful profusion."
2	"The air was thick with the scent of blooming jasmine and wet stone, a combination that was both intoxicating and strangely clean."
3	"In the center of the circle, the air shimmered with a more intense light, a visible concentration of the energy that suffused the entire grove."

0.00%

Useless dialogue additions

Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments

totalTags

uselessAdditionCount

matches

0	"Rory murmured, more to herself than anyone"
1	"Isolde corrected gently, a faint smile touching her lips"
2	"Nyx whispered, their voice a rustle of dried leaves"
3	"Isolde said, a note of approval in her voice"
4	"Rory breathed, her voice shaky"

0.00%

Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)

Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags

totalTags

fancyCount

fancyTags

0	"Rory murmured (murmur)"
1	"Isolde corrected gently (correct)"
2	"Nyx whispered (whisper)"
3	"Rory breathed (breathe)"

dialogueSentences

tagDensity

0.357

leniency

0.714

rawRatio

0.8

effectiveRatio

0.571

64.2612%