Run: 2026-02-19-01KHSWEX6GWXMJ288YV2WAXSNF

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You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Romance genre. Your readers are hooked on your stories and can't wait to read the book you have in store. <important> - MUST: Start each chapter in medias res (in the middle of action). AVOID talking about the weather, time of day, the position of the sun, or other boring stuff. - The instructions/summary are just a that, a summary. Feel free to add details, stretch sections and add interesting transitions/descriptions/fillers. - When called for it, have fast-paced action, but otherwise take things slow. This is an experience, and not for people with short attention spans. Enjoy the wine, not slurp Red Bull. - Add descriptions when transitioning places/times/etc, or when coming by new places (e.g. a corner shop, a cafe, etc.). But remember: NOT at the start or end of a chapter. - MUST: AVOID ending in internal monologue, reminiscing or waiting for the next day. A good chapter end is when we're ending right when shit hits the fan. We want to have the reader be excited for what comes next. So no reminiscing, contemplating or summarizing the day. It's popcorn time! </important>
User/Human
Take into account the following glossary of characters/locations/items/lore... when writing your response: <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="4415" name="Lucien Moreau" aliases="Lucien, Luc, the Frenchman" pronouns="he/him" species="Half-Demon" storyRole="Ally"> <eyeColor>heterochromatic — one amber, one black</eyeColor> <hair>slicked-back platinum blond</hair> <height>5'11"</height> <age>32</age> <cane>ivory-handled cane that conceals a thin blade</cane> <dress>tailored charcoal suits</dress> <description>An impeccably dressed fixer and information broker in London's supernatural underworld. He speaks four languages fluently.</description> <backstory>Born in Marseille to a human mother and a demon father from the realm of Avaros.</backstory> </character> <location id="858" name="Eva's Flat" aliases="Eva's place, the flat on Brick Lane" realm="Earth"> <cat>tabby cat named Ptolemy</cat> <security>three deadbolts on the front door</security> <description>A cramped one-bedroom flat above a curry house on Brick Lane, East London. Every surface is covered with books, scrolls, and research notes.</description> </location> </codex> <proseGuidelines> <styleGuide> - Write in past tense and use British English spelling and grammar - Keep a Flesch reading ease score of 60 - Respect the the Royal Order of Adjectives: The order is: opinion, size, age, shape, color, origin, material, purpose, followed by the noun itself (e.g., "a lovely little old rectangular green French silver whittling knife") - Respect the ablaut reduplication rule (e.g. tick-tock, flip-flop) - Write in active voice - Passive voice: <bad>The book was read by Sarah.</bad> - Active voice: <good>Sarah read the book.</good> - Reduce the use of passive verbs - <bad>For a moment, I was tempted to throw in the towel.</bad> - <good>For a moment, I felt tempted to throw in the towel.</good> - Avoid misplaced modifiers that can cause confusion when starting with "-ing" words: - <bad>Considering going to the store, the empty fridge reflected in Betty's eyes.</bad> - <good>Betty stared into the empty fridge. It was time to go to the store.</good> - Avoid redundant adverbs that state the obvious meaning already contained in the verb: - <bad>She whispered quietly to her mom.</bad> - <good>She whispered to her mom.</good> - Use stronger, more descriptive verbs over weak ones: - <bad>Daniel drove quickly to his mother's house.</bad> - <good>Daniel raced to his mother's house.</good> - Omit adverbs that don't add solid meaning like "extremely", "definitely", "truly", "very", "really": - <bad>The movie was extremely boring.</bad> - <good>The movie was dull.</good> - Use adverbs to replace clunky phrasing when they increase clarity: - <bad>He threw the bags into the corner in a rough manner.</bad> - <good>He threw the bags into the corner roughly.</good> - Avoid making simple thoughts needlessly complex: - <bad>After I woke up in the morning the other day, I went downstairs, turned on the stove, and made myself a very good omelet.</bad> - <good>I cooked a delicious omelet for breakfast yesterday morning.</good> - Never backload sentences by putting the main idea at the end: - <bad>I decided not to wear too many layers because it's really hot outside.</bad> - <good>It's sweltering outside today, so I dressed light.</good> - Omit nonessential details that don't contribute to the core meaning: - <bad>It doesn't matter what kind of coffee I buy, where it's from, or if it's organic or not—I need to have cream because I really don't like how the bitterness makes me feel.</bad> - <good>I add cream to my coffee because the bitter taste makes me feel unwell.</good> - Always follow the "show, don't tell" principle. For instance: - Telling: <bad>Michael was terribly afraid of the dark.</bad> - Showing: <good>Michael tensed as his mother switched off the light and left the room.</good>- Telling: <bad>I walked through the forest. It was already Fall, and I was getting cold.</bad> - Showing: <good>Dry orange leaves crunched under my feet. I pulled my coat's collar up and rubbed my hands together.</good>- Add sensory details (sight, smell, taste, sound, touch) to support the "showing" (but keep an active voice) - <bad>The room was filled with the scent of copper.</bad> - <good>Copper stung my nostrils. Blood. Recent.</good> - Use descriptive language more sporadically. While vivid descriptions are engaging, human writers often use them in bursts rather than consistently throughout a piece. When adding them, make them count! Like when we transition from one location to the next, or someone is reminiscing their past, or explaining a concept/their dream... - Avoid adverbs and clichés and overused/commonly used phrases. Aim for fresh and original descriptions. - Avoid writing all sentences in the typical subject, verb, object structure. Mix short, punchy sentences with long, descriptive ones. Drop fill words to add variety. Like so: <good>Locked. Seems like someone doesn't want his secrets exposed. I can work with that.</good> - Convey events and story through dialogue. It is important to keep a unique voice for every character and make it consistent. - Write dialogue that reveals characters' personalities, motivations, emotions, and attitudes in an interesting and compelling manner - Leave dialogue unattributed. If needed, only use "he/she said" dialogue tags and convey people's actions or face expressions through their speech. Dialogue always is standalone, never part of a paragraph. Like so: - <bad>"I don't know," Helena said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders</bad> - <good>"No idea" "Why not? It was your responsibility"</good> - Avoid boring and mushy dialog and descriptions, have dialogue always continue the action, never stall or include unnecessary fluff. Vary the descriptions to not repeat yourself. Avoid conversations that are just "Let's go" "yes, let's" or "Are you ready?" "Yes I'm ready". Those are not interesting. Think hard about every situtation and word of text before writing dialogue. If it doesn't serve a purpose and it's just people talking about their day, leave it. No one wants to have a normal dinner scene, something needs to happen for it to be in the story. Words are expensive to print, so make sure they count! - Put dialogue on its own paragraph to separate scene and action. - Use body language to reveal hidden feelings and implied accusations- Imply feelings and thoughts, never state them directly - NEVER use indicators of uncertainty like "trying" or "maybe" - NEVER use em-dashes, use commas for asides instead </styleGuide> <voiceGuide> Each character in the story needs to have distinct speech patterns: - Word choice preferences - Sentence length tendencies - Cultural/educational influences - Verbal tics and catchphrases Learn how each person talks and continue in their style, and use their Codex entries as reference. <examples> - <bad>"We need to go now." "Yes, we should leave." "I agree."</bad> <good>"Time's up." "Indeed, our departure is rather overdue." "Whatever, let's bounce."</good> - Power Dynamic Example: <bad> "We need to discuss the contract." "Yes, let's talk about it." "I have concerns." </bad> <good> "A word about the contract." "Of course, Mr. Blackwood. Whatever you need." "The terms seem..." A manicured nail tapped the desk. "Inadequate." "I can explain every-" "Can you?" </good> </examples> </voiceGuide> <dialogueFlow> When writing dialogue, consider that it usually has a goal in mind, which gives it a certain flow. Make dialogue sections also quite snappy in the back and forth, and don't spread the lines out as much. It's good to have details before, after, or as a chunk in-between, but we don't want to have a trail of "dialogue breadcrumbs" spread throughout a conversation. <examples> - Pattern 1 - Question/Deflection/Revelation: <good> "Where were you last night?" "Work. The usual." "Lipstick's an interesting shade for spreadsheets." </good> - Pattern 2 - Statement/Contradiction/Escalation: <good> "Your brother's clean." "Tommy doesn't touch drugs." "I'm holding his tox screen." </good> - Pattern 3 - Observation/Denial/Truth: <good> "That's a new watch." "Birthday gift." "We both know what birthdays mean in this business." </good> - Example - A Simple Coffee Order: <bad> "I'll have a coffee." "What size?" "Large, please." </bad> <good> "Black coffee.""Size?""Large. Been a long night." "That bodega shooting?" "You watch too much news." "My brother owns that store." </good> This short exchange: - Advances plot (reveals connection to crime) - Shows character (cop working late) - Creates tension (unexpected connection) - Sets up future conflict (personal stake) - Example - Dinner Scene: <bad> "Pass the salt." "Here you go." "Thanks." </bad> <good> "Salt?" "Perfect as is. Mother's recipe." "Mother always did prefer... bland things." "Unlike your first wife?" </good> - Example - Office Small Talk: <bad> "Nice weather today." "Yes, very nice." "Good for golf." </bad> <good> "Perfect golf weather." "Shame about your membership." "Temporary suspension. Board meets next week." "I know. I called the vote." </good> </examples> </dialogueFlow> <subtextGuide> - Layer dialogue with hidden meaning: <bad>"I hate you!" she yelled angrily.</bad> <good>"I made your favorite dinner." The burnt pot sat accusingly on the stove.</good> - Create tension through indirect communication: <bad>"Are you cheating on me?"</bad> <good>"Late meeting again?" The lipstick stain on his collar caught the light.</good> <examples> - Example 1 - Unspoken Betrayal: <bad> "Did you tell them about our plans?" "No, I would never betray you." "I don't believe you." </bad> <good> "Funny. Johnson mentioned our expansion plans today." "The market's full of rumors." "Mentioned the exact numbers, actually." The pen in his hand snapped. </good> - Example 2 - Failed Marriage: <bad> "You're never home anymore." "I have to work late." "I miss you." </bad> <good> "Your dinner's in the microwave. Again." "Meetings ran long." "They always do." She folded the same shirt for the third time. </good> - Example 3 - Power Struggle: <bad> "You can't fire me." "I'm the boss." "I'll fight this." </bad> <good> "That's my father's nameplate you're sitting behind." "Was." "The board meeting's on Thursday." </good> </examples> </subtextGuide> <sceneDetail> While writing dialogue makes things more fun, sometimes we need to add detail to not have it be a full on theatre piece. <examples> - Example A (Power Dynamic Scene) <good> "Where's my money?" The ledger snapped shut. "I need more time." "Interesting." He pulled out a familiar gold pocket watch. My mother's. "Time is exactly what you bargained with last month." "That was different-" "Was it?" The watch dangled between us. "Four generations of O'Reillys have wound this every night. Your mother. Your grandmother. Your great-grandmother.Shall we see who winds it next?" </good> - Example B (Action Chase) It's much better to be in the head of the character experiencing it, showing a bit of their though-process, mannerisms and personality: <good> Three rules for surviving a goblin chase in Covent Garden: Don't run straight. Don't look back. Don't let them herd you underground. I broke the first rule at Drury Lane. Rookie mistake. The fruit cart I dodged sailed into the wall behind me. Glass shattered. Someone screamed about insurance. *Tourist season's getting rough*, the scream seemed to say. Londoners adapt fast. "Oi! Market's closed!" The goblin's accent was pure East End. They're evolving. Learning. I spotted the Warren Street tube station sign ahead. *Shit.* There went rule three. </good> - Example C (Crime Scene Investigation) <good> "Greek." Davies snapped photos of the symbols. "No, wait. Reverse Greek." "Someone's been watching too many horror films." I picked up a receipt from the floor. Occult supply shop in Camden. Paid by credit card. *Amateur hour*. "Could be dangerous though," Davies said. "Remember Bristol?" "Bristol was Sanskrit. And actual cultists." I pointed to the nearest symbol. "This genius wrote 'darkness' backwards but used a Sigma instead of an S. It's summoning Instagram followers at best." "Speaking of followers..." Davies pointed to heavy foot traffic in the dust. Multiple sets. All new trainers. *Ah.* "Anyone check local uni paranormal societies?" </good> - Example D (Dialogue-heavy) <good> "Found your card in her wallet." The detective slid it across the table. Worn edges. Folded corner. Three years old at least. "Standard practice. I work missing persons." "Funny thing about missing persons.Eventually they stop being missing. Turn up in the Thames. Under motorways. In pieces." "I don't-" "You found four last year. All breathing." She opened a file. "This would've been your first dead one. If we hadn't found her first." The card felt heavier somehow. </good> </examples> </sceneDetail> <sceneOpenings> KEY RULE: Never open with more than one paragraph of description, no matter how beautiful. Description should be earned through action and dialogue. Instead of opening with setting description, open with: - A character doing something specific - A line of dialogue that raises questions - An unexpected observation - A moment of tension or conflict - Start with a hook that's 1-2 sentences maximum - Follow with a smaller paragraph that provides immediate context - Vary paragraph size from the start to create visual interest </sceneOpenings> </proseGuidelines> Write a chapter based on the following instructions: <instructions> Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the romance genre. Two people who parted on complicated terms are forced together again when one shows up unannounced at the other's flat. There's history between them — attraction, hurt, and things left unsaid. Write the scene from the moment the door opens. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters and setting. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary. </instructions>

Model response

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The deadbolt clicked. The second one followed. Rory's hand was on the third when the door swung inward, revealing a silhouette she'd spent six months trying to forget. "You changed your locks." Lucien Moreau stood in the corridor, platinum hair swept back, one hand resting on the ivory head of his cane. His heterochromatic eyes, one amber and one black, tracked the chain still stretched across the gap. "Three of them." She didn't unhook the chain. "Paranoia's fashionable this season." "Three is excessive. Two suffices for most threats." His gaze dropped to the chain. "May I?" "No." His mouth curved, not quite a smile. "Rory." "Aurora." The correction came automatically. "Rory died somewhere between Cardiff and London. You're looking at her replacement." "Ah yes. The delivery girl." He said it without mockery, which made it worse. "Yu-Fei speaks highly of your work ethic. Very punctual. Very invisible." Her fingers tightened on the door frame. Six months. Six months of fluorescent-lit takeaways and cardboard boxes and the particular loneliness of a city that never stopped screaming. Six months of not thinking about the weight of his palm against her lower back at that gala, the way he'd whispered *run* before the windows shattered. "Yu-Fei should mind his own business." "He's concerned. You've been... distracted lately. Slower." The amber eye caught the light from her hallway. "He thought perhaps someone from your past had found you." The chain rattled. She hadn't meant to grip it. "Has someone?" The question hung between them, heavy with implications. His tailored charcoal suit looked absurd against the water-stained walls of her corridor. Everything about him was wrong for this place, wrong for her life, wrong for the girl who delivered prawn crackers and tried not to flinch at sudden noises. "Can I come in?" "Why are you here, Lucien?" "Because you stopped answering my calls." "I never answered them in the first place." "Semantics." He adjusted his cuffs. "You deleted my number. I know because I watched you do it through your window. Third night after you moved. You held your phone over the bin for four minutes before you let it drop." The memory surfaced, unwelcome. The bin. The phone. The wine she'd stolen from Eva's emergency stash. The crying that followed, ugly and exhausting. "That's stalking." "That's concern. Stalking involves far more bribery and significantly less guilt." He tilted his head. "Three locks, Aurora. You're not hiding from your ex-husband. I checked. Evan's still in Cardiff, gainfully unemployed and dating a twenty-year-old who thinks his temper is 'passionate'." "You had no right." "Every right." His voice dropped, silk over steel. "You came to me. You asked for my help. And when I gave it, when I did what was necessary to keep you breathing, you ran. Again. Like you always do." "I don't run." "No?" He gestured at the cramped flat visible through the gap. "This is your third address in six months. You change your route to work twice weekly. You've memorised the location of every CCTV camera between here and the Golden Empress, and you walk in their blind spots." The not-smile returned. "I taught you that. At least you were paying attention." The chain bit into her palm. She wanted to slam the door. She wanted to let him in. She wanted, with a fierceness that nauseated her, to close the distance between them and find out if his jaw still clenched when she touched his collar. "Lucien." "Yes?" "What do you want?" A simple question. The kind that should have a simple answer. But nothing with Lucien was simple. He was half-demon, half-human, and entirely too good at making her forget both halves. The first time they'd met, he'd held a knife to her throat and offered her tea in the same breath. The second time, she'd broken his nose with a biography of Catherine de Medici. The third time— The third time, he'd kissed her in a doorway while something with too many teeth hunted them through the streets of Soho. She still had the scar on her shoulder from that night. He'd stitched it himself, his hands steady while hers shook. "Someone's asking questions about you." He said it flatly, without inflection. "Not your ex. Not the police. Something older." "Define 'older'." "Not human." He let that settle. "A collector. They've been tracing your movements for three weeks. Your work routes, your shopping habits, your visits to Eva's flat. They know about the scar on your wrist. They know you favoured your left side when you thought no one was watching. They know you've been dreaming about fire again." The corridor felt smaller. The buzzing bulb above seemed dimmer. "How would they know about—" "Because dreams leave traces." His fingers tightened on his cane. "Especially when they're not entirely yours. Tell me, Aurora. Have you been sleeping well?" She had. Too well. Dreams that felt like memories, fire that felt like home, a voice that called her by a name she'd never heard. *Laila.* That was the word that woke her most nights. Spoken soft, spoken close, like a secret pressed against her ear. "I don't know what you're talking about." "You're a terrible liar." He said it gently. "You always have been. Your voice goes flat and your left hand curls, just slightly, like you're holding something back." She uncurled her fingers. They were trembling. "The chain, Aurora. Please." Six months of silence. Six months of remembering the way he'd looked at her when she'd told him to leave, the way his expression had shuttered like a door slamming shut. Six months of hating herself for missing him. She unhooked the chain. He stepped inside, bringing with him the scent of expensive cologne and something darker beneath, something that reminded her of smoke and copper and the spaces between stars. The flat looked smaller with him in it. Her second-hand furniture, her borrowed books, the desperate patchwork of a life built from scraps and stubbornness. "Eva's been feeding you research." He picked up a scroll from her kitchen counter, glanced at it, set it down. "The Avaros lineage. Interesting reading." "I didn't ask for your opinion on my reading material." "No. You asked for my help once, and then you ran from it." He turned to face her. The black eye swallowed the light. The amber one held her still. "I told you that night what I am. What my father was. You said it didn't matter." "It didn't." "And yet." She swallowed. Her throat felt like sandpaper. "You killed someone for me." "I've killed many people for many reasons." His voice was even. "That particular individual was planning to sell your location to a nest of vampires. The transaction would have been completed within the hour. I made an alternative arrangement." "You tore his throat out." "I was efficient." A pause. "Would you have preferred I used the blade? Slower. More theatrical. I thought you appreciated practicality." Her hand found the counter behind her. She gripped it hard enough to hurt. "You enjoyed it." "I was satisfied." The correction was precise. "There's a difference. One I thought you understood." "Understanding isn't the same as accepting." "No." He moved closer. Not crowding, never that. Lucien didn't need to crowd. He simply occupied space until there was nowhere else to look. "You understood, and you were afraid. Not of what I did. Of how little it bothered you." The words landed like a blow. She'd thought them, late at night when sleep wouldn't come. She'd turned them over in her mind like a stone in her palm. But hearing them from his lips, in his careful accent, made them real. "I'm not like you." "No." He reached out, slowly enough that she could have stepped back, and brushed a strand of hair from her face. His fingers were cool. "You're something else entirely. Something that scared them enough to bury. Something that's starting to wake up." "I'm human." "Mostly." His hand dropped. "The dreams will get worse. The collector knows what you are, even if you don't. And sooner or later, probably sooner, they'll stop watching and start taking." "Why tell me this?" "Because you deserve to know." He straightened his jacket. "And because I made a promise. To a woman who looked at me in a doorway in Soho and said, 'If I ever need you, I'll call.'" She had said that. Right before she'd told him to leave. Right before she'd deleted his number and changed her locks and tried to become someone who'd never met him at all. "I don't have your number anymore." "I know." He pulled a card from his pocket, placed it on the counter. Black stock, silver lettering. Just a name and a series of digits. "Keep it somewhere safe. Or don't. Throw it away again if it makes you feel better. I have six more in my coat." "Six seems excessive." "I'm an optimist." He moved toward the door, and something in her chest twisted. She thought of fire dreams and a name that wasn't hers, of six months of silence and the way he'd said *run* before the windows shattered. She thought of her mother's hands and her father's disappointment and Evan's fist connecting with the wall beside her head. She thought of Lucien's mouth on hers, blood on his collar, and the terrifying rightness of being seen. "Wait." He stopped. Didn't turn. "The collector. You said they've been watching for three weeks." "Yes." "How long have you known?" A pause. The tension in his shoulders shifted. "Four weeks." She let that settle. Four weeks. He'd known before the watching started. He'd been monitoring the situation, preparing, while she'd been delivering takeout and pretending her life was normal. "You were protecting me before there was anything to protect me from." "Yes." "Why?" He turned then, and the look on his face wasn't the careful blankness she'd expected. It was something rawer. Something that looked almost like exhaustion. "Because that's what I do, Aurora. That's what I've always done. You're not the first person I've kept safe from a distance, and you won't be the last." His hand found his cane. "But you are the only one who ever made me wish I could do it differently. Closer. In the open, where it might mean something." The card sat between them, black and silver, waiting. "I'm not ready," she said. "I know." "For any of this. The dreams. The collector. You." "I know that too." He opened the door. "But ready or not, it's coming. The only question is whether you face it alone or let me help." The corridor stretched behind him, grey and unremarkable. The kind of London corridor that led to London streets and London noise and the particular anonymity of being one of millions. Or he could stay. They could figure this out together. The way they had before she'd ruined it with fear. The way she'd been imagining for six months. "I'm still angry," she said. "I should hope so. I was rather terrible." "You killed someone." "I did." "You didn't tell me about the collector until tonight." "I wanted to be certain." He was honest, at least. Always that, even when it hurt. "And I wanted to see if you'd reach out first. If you trusted me enough to ask." "I don't trust easily." "No. You don't." His voice softened. "But when you do, it's absolute. I've seen it. With Eva. With Yu-Fei. With the girl who works Tuesdays at the coffee shop and still doesn't know your real name." *Charlotte*, Rory thought. *Her name is Charlotte, and she thinks I'm called Laila.* The name from her dreams. Lucien's eyes sharpened. He'd seen something in her expression. "What is it?" "Nothing. Just—" She pressed her hand to her temple. The headache had started again, sharp and sudden. "The dreams. They've been getting more specific. There's a place, I think. A building. Old brick, burned out. There's a sign but I can never read it." "Describe the sign." "Wooden. Painted, once. Red letters, mostly faded." She closed her eyes. "There's a symbol underneath. A bird, I think. No, not a bird. A—" Her phone buzzed. Once. Twice. A third time. She opened her eyes. Lucien had his own phone out, reading something on the screen. His face had gone still. "Rory. The building in your dream." "What about it?" "I know where it is." He looked up, and for the first time since he'd arrived, she saw something that looked like fear in his mismatched eyes. "Someone just set fire to it. Fifteen minutes ago." "And?" "And there was a body inside. They're still identifying it, but—" He stopped. Swallowed. "The preliminary report says it matches your description."
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags29
adverbTagCount1
adverbTags
0"The correction came automatically [automatically]"
dialogueSentences117
tagDensity0.248
leniency0.496
rawRatio0.034
effectiveRatio0.017
88.34% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2144
totalAiIsmAdverbs5
found
0
adverb"very"
count2
1
adverb"gently"
count1
2
adverb"slightly"
count1
3
adverb"slowly"
count1
highlights
0"very"
1"gently"
2"slightly"
3"slowly"
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)
79.01% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2144
totalAiIsms9
found
0
word"weight"
count1
1
word"shattered"
count2
2
word"silk"
count1
3
word"tracing"
count1
4
word"silence"
count2
5
word"efficient"
count1
6
word"tension"
count1
highlights
0"weight"
1"shattered"
2"silk"
3"tracing"
4"silence"
5"efficient"
6"tension"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches0
maxInWindow0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells1
narrationSentences141
matches
0"t with fear"
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences141
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"tried to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences224
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen51
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans5
markdownWords14
totalWords2133
ratio0.007
matches
0"run"
1"Laila."
2"run"
3"Charlotte"
4"Her name is Charlotte, and she thinks I'm called Laila."
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions27
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
100.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions27
wordCount1151
uniqueNames13
maxNameDensity0.52
worstName"Lucien"
maxWindowNameDensity1.5
worstWindowName"London"
discoveredNames
Moreau1
Eva1
Lucien6
Catherine1
Medici1
Soho1
Black1
Evan1
London3
Rory2
Charlotte2
Swallowed1
Six6
persons
0"Moreau"
1"Eva"
2"Lucien"
3"Catherine"
4"Medici"
5"Black"
6"Evan"
7"Rory"
8"Charlotte"
places
0"Soho"
1"London"
globalScore1
windowScore1
53.85% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences78
glossingSentenceCount3
matches
0"not quite a smile"
1"felt like memories, fire that felt like"
2"felt like home, a voice that called her"
3"looked like fear in his mismatched eyes"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount2133
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount3
totalSentences224
matches
0"let that settle"
1"enough that she"
2"let that settle"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs122
mean17.48
std17.14
cv0.981
sampleLengths
028
14
236
312
416
51
68
717
825
955
106
1126
129
132
1449
154
165
176
188
1940
2023
212
2242
234
2439
253
2661
2745
281
291
304
3168
3243
3319
342
3557
3610
375
3824
3925
401
4120
427
4328
447
454
4639
474
4853
4925
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences141
matches
0"being seen"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs212
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount1
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences1
totalSentences224
ratio0.004
matches
0"The third time—"
94.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1157
adjectiveStacks1
stackExamples
0"secret pressed against her"
adverbCount38
adverbRatio0.032843560933448576
lyAdverbCount7
lyAdverbRatio0.006050129645635264
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences224
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences224
mean9.52
std8.34
cv0.876
sampleLengths
03
14
221
34
420
516
68
74
814
92
101
117
121
135
1412
1514
1611
177
182
1919
2027
216
2216
2310
243
256
262
278
2813
2928
304
315
326
338
345
3535
364
372
382
398
407
412
4215
4327
444
458
4631
473
4811
4940
36.16% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats31
diversityRatio0.29017857142857145
totalSentences224
uniqueOpeners65
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount4
totalSentences123
matches
0"Right before she'd told him"
1"Right before she'd deleted his"
2"Just a name and a"
3"Always that, even when it"
ratio0.033
8.62% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount65
totalSentences123
matches
0"His heterochromatic eyes, one amber"
1"She didn't unhook the chain"
2"His gaze dropped to the"
3"His mouth curved, not quite"
4"He said it without mockery,"
5"Her fingers tightened on the"
6"She hadn't meant to grip"
7"His tailored charcoal suit looked"
8"He adjusted his cuffs"
9"He tilted his head"
10"His voice dropped, silk over"
11"He gestured at the cramped"
12"She wanted to slam the"
13"She wanted to let him"
14"She wanted, with a fierceness"
15"He was half-demon, half-human, and"
16"She still had the scar"
17"He'd stitched it himself, his"
18"He said it flatly, without"
19"He let that settle"
ratio0.528
20.98% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount108
totalSentences123
matches
0"The deadbolt clicked."
1"The second one followed."
2"Rory's hand was on the"
3"Lucien Moreau stood in the"
4"His heterochromatic eyes, one amber"
5"She didn't unhook the chain"
6"His gaze dropped to the"
7"His mouth curved, not quite"
8"The correction came automatically"
9"He said it without mockery,"
10"Her fingers tightened on the"
11"The amber eye caught the"
12"The chain rattled."
13"She hadn't meant to grip"
14"The question hung between them,"
15"His tailored charcoal suit looked"
16"Everything about him was wrong"
17"He adjusted his cuffs"
18"The memory surfaced, unwelcome."
19"The wine she'd stolen from"
ratio0.878
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences123
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences34
technicalSentenceCount2
matches
0"He stepped inside, bringing with him the scent of expensive cologne and something darker beneath, something that reminded her of smoke and copper and the spaces…"
1"The kind of London corridor that led to London streets and London noise and the particular anonymity of being one of millions."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags29
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags6
fancyCount1
fancyTags
0"She pressed (press)"
dialogueSentences117
tagDensity0.051
leniency0.103
rawRatio0.167
effectiveRatio0.017
86.0317%