Run: 2026-02-19-01KHT01ZP54Y8C525EGTJBETSB

Run Details

Duration:
35.7s
Cost:
$0.000000
Provider:
Arcee AI

Model input

System
You are an expert fiction writer. Always keep the following rules in mind: - Write in past tense and use General English spelling, grammar, and colloquialisms/slang. - Write in active voice - Always follow the "show, don't tell" principle. - Avoid adverbs and cliches and overused/commonly used phrases. Aim for fresh and original descriptions. - Convey events and story through dialogue. - Mix short, punchy sentences with long, descriptive ones. Drop fill words to add variety. - Skip "he/she said said" dialogue tags and convey people's actions or face expressions through their speech - Avoid mushy dialog and descriptions, have dialogue always continue the action, never stall or add unnecessary fluff. Vary the descriptions to not repeat yourself. - Put dialogue on its own paragraph to separate scene and action. - Reduce indicators of uncertainty like "trying" or "maybe" When writing text: - NEVER conclude the scene on your own, follow the beat instructions very closely. - NEVER end with foreshadowing. - NEVER write further than what I prompt you with. - AVOID imagining possible endings, NEVER deviate from the instructions. - STOP EARLY if the continuation contains what was required in the instructions. You do not need to fill out the full amount of words possible.
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="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> Continue the story using the following instructions: <instructions> 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. </instructions>

Model response

AI
The air shimmered with an unnatural warmth as Aurora stepped through the portal, the Heartstone pendant pulsing against her collarbone like a second heartbeat. The transition was instantaneous—one moment she'd been standing in the shadowed alley behind Silas' bar, and the next she found herself standing in a place that defied all earthly logic. The sky above was the color of aged honey, stretching endlessly in every direction without a single cloud to break its uniform amber glow. There was no sun, yet the light was warm and golden, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch and contract with a will of their own. The ground beneath her feet was neither grass nor stone, but something in between—soft and yielding like moss, yet firm enough to support her weight. Rory turned slowly, taking in the impossible landscape. Sprawling vineyards stretched out before her, their vines heavy with fruits she couldn't name. Some grapes were the size of plums, their skins shimmering with iridescence. Others hung in clusters of deep crimson, each berry pulsing faintly like a tiny heart. The air was thick with the scent of ripening fruit and something else—something rich and savory that made her mouth water despite her unease. "Welcome to Dymas," Isolde murmured, her silver hair catching the amber light like strands of moonlight. "The realm of Prince Belphegor." The Half-Fae moved with an otherworldly grace, her footsteps leaving no mark on the strange ground. She seemed entirely at home here, which was more than Rory could say for herself. Every instinct screamed that this place was wrong, that she didn't belong. Yet the Heartstone pendant grew warmer against her skin, as if encouraging her forward. Nyx materialized beside her, their shadowy form solidifying into something more human. "The veil between realms is thin here," they whispered, their voice carrying that same ethereal quality it always did. "Can you feel it?" Rory closed her eyes and focused. At first, she felt nothing beyond the general wrongness of the place. But then, beneath that, she sensed something else—a thrumming energy that seemed to resonate with the pendant at her throat. It was like standing next to a giant heartbeat, slow and steady and impossibly ancient. "We should move," Isolde said, her lavender eyes scanning the horizon. "Prince Belphegor's servants will have sensed our arrival." As if on cue, a distant sound reached them—laughter, music, the clink of glass and silverware. It grew louder as they walked, and soon Rory could make out the shapes of buildings in the distance. Grand structures of white stone rose from the landscape, their architecture unlike anything she'd seen on Earth. Towers spiraled upward without any visible means of support, their surfaces covered in intricate carvings that seemed to shift and change as she watched. They crested a small hill, and the true scale of Dymas revealed itself. A city spread out before them, its buildings arranged in concentric circles around a massive central structure that could only be Prince Belphegor's palace. But what caught Rory's attention wasn't the architecture—it was the people. Or rather, what she thought were people. The streets teemed with figures engaged in what appeared to be a perpetual feast. Tables groaned under the weight of dishes that defied description—roasts that steamed and sizzled without any visible heat source, fruits that glowed from within, pastries that seemed to float above their platters. The diners ate with an intensity that bordered on desperation, their faces slack with pleasure even as their eyes remained hollow and empty. "These are the helbound," Isolde explained, following Rory's gaze. "Souls contracted to Prince Belphegor. They serve in life and feast in death, though the feast is never truly satisfying." Rory watched as one of the diners reached for a golden apple, only to have it dissolve into mist the moment his fingers touched it. He didn't seem surprised, simply reaching for another dish with the same desperate hunger. "It's like watching addicts," Rory said softly. Nyx's form shifted, their shadow darkening. "In a way, they are. Gluttony is not just about food, Aurora. It's about the endless pursuit of satisfaction that can never be achieved." They continued down into the city, the sounds of revelry growing louder with each step. Rory found herself drawn to a particular stall where a chef—or what passed for one here—was preparing something that smelled like heaven and sin all at once. The aroma was so intense it made her knees weak, and she had to grip Isolde's arm to keep from stumbling. "Don't look," the Half-Fae warned. "The food here is temptation made manifest. One taste and you may never want to leave." But Rory couldn't help herself. She turned, and what she saw made her blood run cold. The chef wasn't cooking with conventional tools—instead, they were using what appeared to be human bones as utensils, carving flesh from a carcass that looked disturbingly like it had once been human itself. She stumbled back, her hand flying to her mouth. "That's—" "Real," Nyx finished for her. "Everything here is real, Aurora. The pleasure, the pain, the hunger. It's all genuine." They moved deeper into the city, passing through streets that seemed to rearrange themselves as they walked. Buildings shifted position, streets curved back on themselves, and Rory quickly lost all sense of direction. The Heartstone pendant grew warmer with each step, its crimson glow pulsing in time with her racing heartbeat. A grand square opened up before them, dominated by a fountain that defied gravity. Water flowed upward from the basin, forming intricate patterns in the air before cascading back down in a never-ending cycle. But it wasn't water—it was wine, deep red and fragrant, flowing endlessly into the air. Around the fountain, a crowd had gathered for what appeared to be some kind of competition. Contestants sat at long tables, each facing down a mountain of food that would have fed a dozen people on Earth. They ate with mechanical precision, shoveling food into their mouths so quickly that Rory wondered how they could even breathe. "The annual eating competition," Isolde said, her voice tinged with something like sadness. "Prince Belphegor's favorite event." As if summoned by her words, the crowd parted to reveal a figure seated on a throne that had been carved from a single massive piece of amber. The man—if he could be called that—was enormous, his body swollen with excess fat that seemed to flow over the edges of his throne like rising dough. His face was a mask of perpetual indulgence, his eyes half-closed in satisfaction even as his mouth worked constantly on some unseen morsel. Prince Belphegor. "Welcome, travelers," his voice boomed across the square, carrying effortlessly despite his apparent lack of effort. "You honor us with your presence in the realm of endless plenty." Rory's hand instinctively went to the Fae-Forged Blade at her hip, though she knew drawing it here would be suicide. The dagger was cold against her palm, a reminder of the mortal world she'd left behind. "We're not here for your hospitality," she called back, surprised at how steady her voice sounded. "We're here for answers." The prince's laughter was like thunder, shaking the very air around them. "Answers? In my realm? How droll. Very well, ask your questions, little mortal. But be warned—the truth here is as filling as the finest feast, and just as likely to consume you whole." Rory swallowed hard, glancing at Isolde and Nyx. They both nodded slightly, encouraging her forward. She stepped into the square, the Heartstone pendant burning hot against her skin now, its light visible through her shirt. "We're looking for a way to stop a demon," she said, raising her voice to carry over the crowd. "A powerful one that's trying to tear through the Veil." The prince leaned forward, his bulk shifting with a sound like settling stone. His eyes, when they focused on her, were the color of spoiled wine. "A demon, you say? How fascinating. And what makes you think I would know anything about such matters?" "The Heartstone," Rory replied, lifting the pendant slightly. "It led us here." For the first time, something like genuine interest flickered across the prince's face. He rose from his throne, his movements surprisingly graceful despite his size. The crowd fell silent as he descended the steps, his shadow falling over Rory like a physical weight. "The Heartstone," he murmured, reaching out a hand that was more claw than finger. "How interesting that such a thing should find its way to a mortal. Tell me, child of Earth, do you know what you hold?" Rory didn't pull away as his fingers brushed against the pendant. The contact sent a jolt through her body, and for a moment she saw flashes of things—a great battle, a falling star, a door opening onto endless night. "It's a key," she said, the words coming to her as if from a great distance. "A key to something powerful." The prince's smile was all teeth. "Very good. And if you want to know more, you'll have to earn it. In Dymas, knowledge is not given freely. It must be taken, like the finest morsel from a rival's plate." He stepped back, gesturing to the crowd around them. "You want answers? Then compete. Show me what you're willing to do for the truth." Rory felt Isolde's hand on her arm, cool and steadying. "Don't," the Half-Fae whispered. "This is how he traps souls. He offers them what they want most, then makes them pay with their very essence." But Rory was already shaking her head. "We don't have a choice. If there's even a chance he knows how to stop this demon, we have to try." She turned back to the prince, meeting his wine-dark eyes with all the courage she could muster. "What's the challenge?" The prince's smile widened, revealing rows of teeth that seemed to sharpen as she watched. "Oh, this will be delightful," he purred. "You see, my dear, in Dymas, we have a special dish. One that only the most determined can stomach." He snapped his fingers, and servants appeared as if from nowhere, carrying a covered dish that was large enough to hold a person. They set it before Rory with a flourish, then stepped back. "The Feast of a Thousand Years," the prince announced. "A single bite contains the essence of a millennium of indulgence. Eat it, and you'll know everything your heart desires. But be warned—once you taste it, you can never go back." Rory looked down at the covered dish, then back at the prince. His eyes gleamed with malicious anticipation, and she knew that whatever was under that cover, it wouldn't be anything as simple as food. She reached for the cover with hands that only trembled slightly. "Then let's see what a thousand years tastes like."
created_at"2026-02-19T03:45:48.238Z" 2/19/2026, 3:45:48 AM
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags18
adverbTagCount1
adverbTags
0"Rory said softly [softly]"
dialogueSentences42
tagDensity0.429
leniency0.857
rawRatio0.056
effectiveRatio0.048
67.34% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1837
totalAiIsmAdverbs12
found
0
adverb"slowly"
count1
1
adverb"truly"
count1
2
adverb"softly"
count1
3
adverb"quickly"
count2
4
adverb"very"
count4
5
adverb"slightly"
count3
highlights
0"slowly"
1"truly"
2"softly"
3"quickly"
4"very"
5"slightly"
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)
34.68% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1837
totalAiIsms24
found
0
word"shimmered"
count1
1
word"warmth"
count1
2
word"weight"
count3
3
word"otherworldly"
count1
4
word"footsteps"
count1
5
word"scanning"
count1
6
word"intricate"
count2
7
word"structure"
count1
8
word"intensity"
count1
9
word"sense of"
count1
10
word"racing"
count1
11
word"cascading"
count1
12
word"mechanical"
count1
13
word"tinged"
count1
14
word"reminder"
count1
15
word"fascinating"
count1
16
word"flickered"
count1
17
word"determined"
count1
18
word"stomach"
count1
19
word"anticipation"
count1
20
word"trembled"
count1
highlights
0"shimmered"
1"warmth"
2"weight"
3"otherworldly"
4"footsteps"
5"scanning"
6"intricate"
7"structure"
8"intensity"
9"sense of"
10"racing"
11"cascading"
12"mechanical"
13"tinged"
14"reminder"
15"fascinating"
16"flickered"
17"determined"
18"stomach"
19"anticipation"
20"trembled"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches2
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"air was thick with"
count1
1
label"sent a shiver through"
count1
highlights
0"The air was thick with"
1"sent a jolt through"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences94
matches(empty)
0.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount10
narrationSentences94
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
1"appeared to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences119
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen34
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1814
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions16
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
66.67% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions49
wordCount1375
uniqueNames12
maxNameDensity1.53
worstName"Rory"
maxWindowNameDensity3
worstWindowName"Rory"
discoveredNames
Aurora1
Heartstone4
Half-Fae3
Rory21
Earth2
Dymas1
Prince2
Belphegor2
Nyx4
Isolde7
Fae-Forged1
Blade1
persons
0"Aurora"
1"Half-Fae"
2"Rory"
3"Dymas"
4"Prince"
5"Belphegor"
6"Nyx"
7"Isolde"
places
0"Fae-Forged"
globalScore0.736
windowScore0.667
0.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences85
glossingSentenceCount11
matches
0"shadows that seemed to stretch and contract with a will of their own"
1"as if encouraging her forward"
2"energy that seemed to resonate with the pendant at her throat"
3"carvings that seemed to shift and change as she watched"
4"pastries that seemed to float above their platters"
5"smelled like heaven and sin all at once"
6"streets that seemed to rearrange themselves as they walked"
7"something like sadness"
8"fat that seemed to flow over the edges of his throne like rising dough"
9"something like genuine interest flickered ac"
10"teeth that seemed to sharpen as she watched"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches1
per1kWords0.551
wordCount1814
matches
0"neither grass nor"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount2
totalSentences119
matches
0"screamed that this"
1"knew that whatever"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs49
mean37.02
std18.83
cv0.509
sampleLengths
054
175
273
321
457
535
653
719
876
948
107
1169
1229
1339
147
1530
1663
1721
1849
1910
2019
2151
2249
2357
2417
2578
262
2728
2836
2920
3045
3135
3229
3344
3412
3543
3638
3739
3821
3939
4024
4135
4228
4320
4441
4534
4640
4735
4820
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences94
matches
0"been carved"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount3
totalVerbs243
matches
0"was preparing"
1"were using"
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount14
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences12
totalSentences119
ratio0.101
matches
0"The transition was instantaneous—one moment she'd been standing in the shadowed alley behind Silas' bar, and the next she found herself standing in a place that defied all earthly logic."
1"The ground beneath her feet was neither grass nor stone, but something in between—soft and yielding like moss, yet firm enough to support her weight."
2"The air was thick with the scent of ripening fruit and something else—something rich and savory that made her mouth water despite her unease."
3"But then, beneath that, she sensed something else—a thrumming energy that seemed to resonate with the pendant at her throat."
4"As if on cue, a distant sound reached them—laughter, music, the clink of glass and silverware."
5"But what caught Rory's attention wasn't the architecture—it was the people."
6"Tables groaned under the weight of dishes that defied description—roasts that steamed and sizzled without any visible heat source, fruits that glowed from within, pastries that seemed to float above their platters."
7"Rory found herself drawn to a particular stall where a chef—or what passed for one here—was preparing something that smelled like heaven and sin all at once."
8"The chef wasn't cooking with conventional tools—instead, they were using what appeared to be human bones as utensils, carving flesh from a carcass that looked disturbingly like it had once been human itself."
9"But it wasn't water—it was wine, deep red and fragrant, flowing endlessly into the air."
10"The man—if he could be called that—was enormous, his body swollen with excess fat that seemed to flow over the edges of his throne like rising dough."
11"The contact sent a jolt through her body, and for a moment she saw flashes of things—a great battle, a falling star, a door opening onto endless night."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount381
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount14
adverbRatio0.03674540682414698
lyAdverbCount4
lyAdverbRatio0.010498687664041995
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences119
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences119
mean15.24
std7.51
cv0.493
sampleLengths
024
130
224
326
425
58
614
712
815
924
1016
115
1216
1315
1412
1514
1612
1719
184
196
2012
2120
2215
2311
248
2516
2619
2717
2824
2913
3024
3111
327
3314
3432
3523
369
3720
3825
3914
407
416
4224
4315
4427
4521
465
4716
485
4911
60.22% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats5
diversityRatio0.3865546218487395
totalSentences119
uniqueOpeners46
0.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount0
totalSentences92
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount27
totalSentences92
matches
0"She seemed entirely at home"
1"they whispered, their voice carrying"
2"It was like standing next"
3"It grew louder as they"
4"They crested a small hill,"
5"He didn't seem surprised, simply"
6"They continued down into the"
7"She turned, and what she"
8"She stumbled back, her hand"
9"They moved deeper into the"
10"They ate with mechanical precision,"
11"His face was a mask"
12"his voice boomed across the"
13"she called back, surprised at"
14"They both nodded slightly, encouraging"
15"She stepped into the square,"
16"she said, raising her voice"
17"His eyes, when they focused"
18"He rose from his throne,"
19"he murmured, reaching out a"
ratio0.293
41.52% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount77
totalSentences92
matches
0"The air shimmered with an"
1"The transition was instantaneous—one moment"
2"The sky above was the"
3"The ground beneath her feet"
4"Rory turned slowly, taking in"
5"Some grapes were the size"
6"Others hung in clusters of"
7"The air was thick with"
8"Isolde murmured, her silver hair"
9"The Half-Fae moved with an"
10"She seemed entirely at home"
11"Every instinct screamed that this"
12"Nyx materialized beside her, their"
13"they whispered, their voice carrying"
14"Rory closed her eyes and"
15"It was like standing next"
16"Isolde said, her lavender eyes"
17"It grew louder as they"
18"Towers spiraled upward without any"
19"They crested a small hill,"
ratio0.837
100.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount2
totalSentences92
matches
0"As if on cue, a"
1"As if summoned by her"
ratio0.022
0.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences64
technicalSentenceCount14
matches
0"There was no sun, yet the light was warm and golden, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch and contract with a will of their own."
1"The air was thick with the scent of ripening fruit and something else—something rich and savory that made her mouth water despite her unease."
2"Yet the Heartstone pendant grew warmer against her skin, as if encouraging her forward."
3"But then, beneath that, she sensed something else—a thrumming energy that seemed to resonate with the pendant at her throat."
4"As if on cue, a distant sound reached them—laughter, music, the clink of glass and silverware."
5"A city spread out before them, its buildings arranged in concentric circles around a massive central structure that could only be Prince Belphegor's palace."
6"Tables groaned under the weight of dishes that defied description—roasts that steamed and sizzled without any visible heat source, fruits that glowed from withi…"
7"The diners ate with an intensity that bordered on desperation, their faces slack with pleasure even as their eyes remained hollow and empty."
8"Rory found herself drawn to a particular stall where a chef—or what passed for one here—was preparing something that smelled like heaven and sin all at once."
9"The chef wasn't cooking with conventional tools—instead, they were using what appeared to be human bones as utensils, carving flesh from a carcass that looked d…"
10"They moved deeper into the city, passing through streets that seemed to rearrange themselves as they walked."
11"Contestants sat at long tables, each facing down a mountain of food that would have fed a dozen people on Earth."
12"The man—if he could be called that—was enormous, his body swollen with excess fat that seemed to flow over the edges of his throne like rising dough."
13"The prince leaned forward, his bulk shifting with a sound like settling stone."
69.44% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags18
uselessAdditionCount2
matches
0"they whispered, their voice carrying that same ethereal quality it always did"
1"Isolde said, her lavender eyes scanning the horizon"
0.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags14
fancyCount8
fancyTags
0"Isolde murmured (murmur)"
1"they whispered (whisper)"
2"Isolde explained (explain)"
3"the Half-Fae warned (warn)"
4"she called back (call back)"
5"he murmured (murmur)"
6"the Half-Fae whispered (whisper)"
7"the prince announced (announce)"
dialogueSentences42
tagDensity0.333
leniency0.667
rawRatio0.571
effectiveRatio0.381
71.3290%