Run: 2026-02-19-01KHT05EPH2SWGZBRAHAZ2SD98

Run Details

Model:
GPT-5
Duration:
1m 25s
Cost:
$0.059324
Provider:
OpenAI

Model input

System
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

AI
On the third deadbolt, the door shoved back at me. I braced on instinct, shoulder to wood, heart making a tight rabbit-sprint in my chest. The chain snicked against its catch. A pale knuckle pushed through the gap. Ivory and leather. Not a burglar then. Worse. I slid the chain free and yanked the door open, ready to slam it again. He caught it with the tip of his cane, that ridiculous ivory handle wedged like a smile between frame and paint. "Bonsoir, Laila." "Use my name again and I will feed you to Ptolemy." The tabby streaked between my ankles, tail high, an opportunist with no concept of menace. Lucien stepped in before I could block him. The flat swallowed him whole. Spices from the curry house downstairs curled up the stairs and tangled with the gluey smell of old paper and ink. Books towered in teetering stacks. Scrolls slumbered in open boxes. Every surface wore scribbled notes. Eva would have a fit if she ever saw footprints on her research, but she was at work and I was foolish enough to think three deadbolts kept ghosts out. Lucien set the cane tip light on the threadbare rug. Tailored charcoal swallowed his frame as if he were a shadow shaped like a man. His hair gleamed, slicked back like polished bone. One eye watched me in molten amber, the other in a pit-black that ate the light. "You were not answering your phone," he said. "I answered your last favour, that should count for something." "Indeed. I am here to make restitution." "That word rots in your mouth." He took it, the swing of my voice, and set it aside without a blink. Classic Lucien. He had a way of smoothing tension under silk until your fists unclenched for him. He did not raise his voice. He never begged. He asked and the air rearranged itself. The cane tapped the floor, a soft sound. Ptolemy twined against his trouser leg as if he had found the nearest heater. "Traitor," I told the cat. Ptolemy purred louder. "You always pick the complicated men," Lucien said, too mild. "You are not a man." "Half is better than none," he said. We let that sit there, because we both knew the rest. The last time I saw him properly, I had door-coded him out of my life above Silas' bar. He had left me with bruised lips and a debt he called business. I had left him with a cut cheek and a refusal to be an asset. I pushed a stack of books aside on the table and perched, because he had claimed the only clear bit of floor and because standing felt like conceding ground. My hair fell into my eyes. I tucked it behind my ear and made no move to offer him a seat. "Say what you want," I said. "Then leave." Amber and black flicked over me, a measured step. "They wrote your name," he said. "In Avaros. Ledger ink. It dries hard." I felt my lip curl. "You are here to terrify me, is that it? Do you get a commission on panic attacks?" He did not smile. "Do you recall the collector at St. Bride's, the evening with the iron bells." "Do I recall you using me as bait. Vividly." "I needed the bell," he said. "I needed you alive, as I do now." "Lucien." "My father pulls old strings," he said, more quietly. "He should not tug yours. This mistake, I made it." I slid my left hand under the table edge, aware of the crescent scar on my wrist catching like a snag in cloth. Small. White. Innocent. Not part of this story, except it was part of me. "What mistake," I said. Flat as a plate. "The mark I hid in your skin to veil you after St. Bride's," he said. "I used a cipher from Avaros. My father read it like his first nursery rhyme. He has filed a claim. You are, for the moment, a line of credit." "You marked me." "It kept you breathing. In error, it keeps you owned." I stared at him. He did not flinch. He never flinched. Not when I shoved him. Not when I kissed him in a doorway between shuttered pubs and heard my pulse in my ears. Not now, with a cat purring into his calves as if into a radiator and my temper sharpening to a knifepoint. "Show me," I said. He did not touch me. He did not ask. He stepped closer and tilted his head, scrutiny like held breath. A small noise escaped him, a hum in his chest, a thing almost inaudible and oddly human. The room pressed in, cramped and crowded. He reached for the table lamp, which bristled with yellow sticky notes. He turned the light and angled the shade until the bulb threw a cheap harsh beam across my hands. About the scar, an oil-slick sheen rose like heat. I had never noticed it. Not a proper mark, nothing you would see in daylight. I moved my wrist. The shimmer moved too, a loop and a cross, the suggestion of a sigil if you squinted. Something cold tugged in my gut as I traced it with my eyes. "Is it meant to look like an ampersand," I said. "It is meant to lie to everything that hunts you. It whispers your scent into another, and theirs into yours. A shell game." He watched my face instead of the mark. "I thought myself elegant." "You thought yourself clever and forgot I am not a token," I said. "Yes," he said. "Forgive me." The apology landed crooked. He had a way of meaning what he said and making you do the heavy lifting anyway. I stared at my wrist until the shimmer dulled and only cheap lamp light painted my skin. Ptolemy yawned and thumped his tail like a small smug metronome. "What does your father want," I said. "What they all want. To count what is not his." "Take it off," I said. "Unfile me. Undo your nursery rhyme." He opened the cane head, a neat twist that made a sighing click. The thin blade slid free and caught the light, a silver whisper. He laid it on his palm as if showing it to a skittish animal. "I did not come to cut you," he said. "Relief," I said. Dry. "I need chalk, salt, something iron," he said. "Eva keeps a tin under the sink. Try not to break her wards. She cried when I broke her vase collection and those came from IKEA." "I never break what is mine to borrow." "Except people." He paused by the sink, back to me, the line of his shoulders immaculate. "Sometimes the people in question think they are unbreakable." "Sometimes the people in question lie for a living." We always did this, a dance of statements that crawled with barbs. It was easier than saying, you left me on the steps of a church with a bruise shaped like your mouth and a debt I never agreed to. It was easier than saying, you watch me as if you are hungry and terrified that eating will crack your teeth. He found the tin where I said and set out cheap table salt and a circle of black chalk. He worked quick, neat little lines that kissed the rug and did not stir dust. He dropped a handful of tarnished iron nails into my palm. Cold bit skin. I rolled them once, as if they could warm. "You will stand here," he said. "You will not step out of the chalk. If I tell you to shut your eyes, you will shut them. This is not romance, Rory, it is arithmetic." "You turned my name Greek, congratulations," I said, but I stood where he wanted. The chalk ring took my feet, white on faded pattern. He drew three smaller crosses at the eastern edge and muttered a word he did not want me to hear. "Do not," I said. "I do not like being left out of my own rescues." He looked up. The black eye had a slickness to it that made my throat tight. "Rescue is a generous word." "I am a generous woman." "You are a careful woman," he said. "It is why you survive your men." "Which men," I said. "You think I do not know about Evan," he said, soft, not a question, and my spine went to steel because no one got to say his name here. "Ptolemy," I said. "Out." The cat ignored me. He hopped onto a pile of Greek histories and settled like a loaf, claws kneading in some ancient scholar's margin notes. Lucien's gaze flicked to the door. He had heard it before I did, the faint hitch of breath beyond wood, the whisper that was not a whisper. He straightened, quick as drawn wire. "You said the ledger is filed," I said, keeping my voice low through effort. "That means a creditor." "Yes." "Who." "A Collector of Avaros," he said. "Third circle. He will not knock twice." "Lovely," I said. The nails felt like teeth in my fist. He moved then, not fast, but with that economy that made you notice less what he did and more that it was already done. He opened a leather roll and took out a small lump of something black as burnt sugar. He set it on the floor by the crosses. He breathed on it, and it softened and spread and tried to smoke. He spoke, and the smoke recoiled as if shy, then pouted and began to rise. "You smell like bergamot and trouble," I said, because my mouth had to say something or I would jump out of the circle and sock him. "That is a deliberate blend," he said. A beat. "You remember the bergamot." "Everyone remembers their mistakes." "Another apology," he said. "You will be wealthy today." The door groaned under a weight. Wood complained, a tired old man. My skin crawled with it. Ptolemy hissed, a low wet sound, fur ruffed like a cheap scarf shocked with static. The deadbolts did their best and then rattled, metal on metal, a frantic toy. Lucien turned, blade back in his hand without a noise. He did not bare fangs or unfurl wings. He lacked theatrics. It made him worse somehow. "Laila," he said, and I did not correct him this time, because his voice had gone quiet in a way that put me to attention. "Do not step out of the chalk." "Say please," I said. "Please," he said. It landed at my feet, a coin. Footsteps, more a scrape. Someone, something, tried the knob with the absentminded fiddling of a drunk neighbour. The chain hung there, useless out of its catch. The first deadbolt juked in its housing. I glanced to the shelves, to the tiny brass gods scattered among paperweights, to the photograph of Eva at uni pinning some poor boy to a dartboard. The flat felt too small to hold this visitor. The air waited. Even the curry smell thinned, as if a hand had squeezed the building and all the cumin ran. Lucien laid the flat of the blade against his palm, marking it with salt in a clean, sure line. He licked the tip of his finger and dabbed the metal. He looked sin made into etiquette, and I hated him for it and wanted him against me in equal measure. It was my oldest vice. "How close," I said. "On the threshold," he said. "He is reading the names in the wood." "He can read wood." "He can read whatever was promised to him," he said. His other hand flexed on the cane grip, and the ivory handle flashed like a smile again. "Promises sink into things. They stain." "You promised me a night," I said, because if we were doing stained promises we might as well list them. "I paid for that in kind," he said, measured as ever. "You paid me with a rumour and a mouth on my neck," I said. "It was sincere," he said, and then, that sliver of heat like something bared, "I do not often get to be." The second deadbolt turned a quarter turn and stopped. The flat held its breath. Ptolemy made a noise I had not heard since he was a kitten caught under a radiator. I planted my feet wider in the chalk. "How do we stop him," I said. "By being quick," he said. "By not blinking." "Useful list." "You asked." "Do you always do what women ask," I said. "I do what you ask," he said. No smile now. No cleverness. The smoke around the little black lump thickened, green at the edges. He flicked the blade through it and jerked it up, drawing a line in the air that quivered like string. "You did come to make restitution," I said. "Yes." "Say it plain." "I came to undo what I did to you." "Better." The knock was not a knock this time. It was a palm the size of a dinner plate meeting old wood. Plaster sifted from the ceiling, a fine chalkfall. Bits landed on my tongue and tasted like lime. The lamp wavered. The third deadbolt twitched. Lucien cut the air again, twice, the movements clean and economical. He stepped to the side of the door, as if there were going to be a gunshot and he had done this before. He had done every terrible thing before and did not boast about it. He looked at me once, a quick pass, a thought flicking like a fish under water, and then the black eye shuttered and both eyes went bright, a trick of light or not, and he breathed out. "When he comes through," he said, "do not say your name." I swallowed a laugh that felt like a scream. "He has it already." "Names bind once. Twice is a chain." The knob creaked. The bolts slid back with a horrible polite slowness, a courteous exit. Wood bowed. A hairline crack spidered down the frame, white on white. The cat launched off the books and vanished under the sofa, tail a comet stripe. "Lucien," I said. "Rory." He never called me Rory when he could call me whatever else. It skittered under my skin like a fever. I hated him for that too. The door splintered. Not a dramatic blow, not in one piece. It broke at the lock, fractured neat as bone under a precise pressure. The chain snicked uselessly. A hand pushed through, grey and wrong and too long, nails like old ivory stained with tea. It groped, curious, feeling for the latch, the way you feel for a light switch in a strange hotel room. Lucien moved, blade rising, smoke curling, the line in the air vibrating like the held end of a song. I felt cold teeth of nails in my palm and salt under my shoes and something ugly rising under the floor like water under carpet. "Stay behind me," he said, quiet, and the thing on the threshold turned its head and breathed in as the lock blew with a sound like a snapped violin string.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags52
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences104
tagDensity0.5
leniency1
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
100.00% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2562
totalAiIsmAdverbs0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
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)
62.92% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2562
totalAiIsms19
found
0
word"tension"
count1
1
word"silk"
count1
2
word"coded"
count1
3
word"flicked"
count3
4
word"measured"
count2
5
word"pulse"
count1
6
word"traced"
count1
7
word"whisper"
count3
8
word"dance"
count1
9
word"weight"
count1
10
word"footsteps"
count1
11
word"quivered"
count1
12
word"wavered"
count1
13
word"fractured"
count1
highlights
0"tension"
1"silk"
2"coded"
3"flicked"
4"measured"
5"pulse"
6"traced"
7"whisper"
8"dance"
9"weight"
10"footsteps"
11"quivered"
12"wavered"
13"fractured"
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
emotionTells0
narrationSentences207
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount3
hedgeCount2
narrationSentences207
filterMatches
0"watch"
1"notice"
2"feel"
hedgeMatches
0"tried to"
1"began to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences260
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen37
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords2558
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions57
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
100.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions21
wordCount1930
uniqueNames8
maxNameDensity0.47
worstName"Lucien"
maxWindowNameDensity1.5
worstWindowName"Lucien"
discoveredNames
Lucien9
Ptolemy5
Amber1
Flat1
Dry1
Greek1
Eva2
Rory1
persons
0"Lucien"
1"Ptolemy"
2"Amber"
3"Flat"
4"Eva"
5"Rory"
places(empty)
globalScore1
windowScore1
45.83% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences120
glossingSentenceCount5
matches
0"felt like conceding ground"
1"as if showing it to a skittish animal"
2"felt like teeth in my fist"
3"tasted like lime"
4"felt like a scream"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches1
per1kWords0.391
wordCount2558
matches
0"not fast, but with"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount2
totalSentences260
matches
0"let that sit"
1"terrified that eating"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs117
mean21.86
std20.99
cv0.96
sampleLengths
010
136
236
32
411
594
649
78
810
97
106
1148
1222
135
143
1510
165
177
1857
1950
208
2122
2222
2318
249
2514
261
2719
2837
298
3044
313
3210
3355
344
3575
3658
3710
3835
3913
405
4149
427
4310
4411
4539
469
474
488
4926
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences207
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount1
totalVerbs355
matches
0"were doing"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences260
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount729
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount17
adverbRatio0.023319615912208505
lyAdverbCount1
lyAdverbRatio0.0013717421124828531
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences260
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences260
mean9.84
std7.05
cv0.717
sampleLengths
010
115
26
37
43
54
61
715
821
92
1011
1115
128
135
1421
155
165
175
1830
1910
2015
218
2216
238
2410
257
266
2715
282
2915
306
313
327
338
3414
355
363
3710
385
397
4011
4118
4213
4315
4429
456
4615
476
482
499
36.03% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats38
diversityRatio0.3038461538461538
totalSentences260
uniqueOpeners79
20.83% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount1
totalSentences160
matches
0"Even the curry smell thinned,"
ratio0.006
7.50% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount85
totalSentences160
matches
0"I braced on instinct, shoulder"
1"I slid the chain free"
2"He caught it with the"
3"His hair gleamed, slicked back"
4"He took it, the swing"
5"He had a way of"
6"He did not raise his"
7"He never begged."
8"He asked and the air"
9"I told the cat"
10"We let that sit there,"
11"He had left me with"
12"I had left him with"
13"I pushed a stack of"
14"My hair fell into my"
15"I tucked it behind my"
16"I felt my lip curl."
17"He did not smile."
18"he said, more quietly"
19"I slid my left hand"
ratio0.531
10.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount144
totalSentences160
matches
0"I braced on instinct, shoulder"
1"The chain snicked against its"
2"A pale knuckle pushed through"
3"Ivory and leather."
4"I slid the chain free"
5"He caught it with the"
6"The tabby streaked between my"
7"Lucien stepped in before I"
8"The flat swallowed him whole."
9"Books towered in teetering stacks."
10"Scrolls slumbered in open boxes."
11"Every surface wore scribbled notes."
12"Eva would have a fit"
13"Lucien set the cane tip"
14"His hair gleamed, slicked back"
15"He took it, the swing"
16"He had a way of"
17"He did not raise his"
18"He never begged."
19"He asked and the air"
ratio0.9
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences160
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences79
technicalSentenceCount2
matches
0"Ptolemy twined against his trouser leg as if he had found the nearest heater."
1"Not now, with a cat purring into his calves as if into a radiator and my temper sharpening to a knifepoint."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags52
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags50
fancyCount0
fancyTags(empty)
dialogueSentences104
tagDensity0.481
leniency0.962
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
82.7704%