Run: 2026-02-19-01KHT06PJSR2P85XQZFVRSE94F

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1m 14s
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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

AI
The door swung open and Lucien Moreau stood on Eva's landing like a man who'd dressed for the opera and taken a wrong turn into Brick Lane. Rory's grip tightened on the doorframe. Ptolemy threaded between her ankles, purring at the stranger with the traitor's enthusiasm cats reserved for people who didn't deserve it. "Non," she said, and pushed the door shut. His cane caught the gap. Ivory handle, thin as a bone. She remembered that cane. Remembered the blade inside it, the way he'd drawn it in a single fluid motion in a Soho alleyway three months ago, stepping between her and something with too many teeth. Remembered what happened after, too. The way he'd touched the cut on her temple with fingers that smelled of bergamot and old paper, his mismatched eyes close enough to count the flecks of gold in the amber one while the black one swallowed light whole. She'd kissed him. He'd let her. Then he'd vanished for twelve weeks without so much as a text. "Five minutes." "You've had ninety days to ask for five minutes. Pick a different door." "I would, but you've moved. Twice. Your old landlord thought you'd joined a cult." A pause. "Understandable, given the company you keep." "Silas isn't a cult leader." "Silas runs a bar where the top shelf includes bottled screams. The distinction is academic." Rory pressed her forehead against the edge of the door. The wood smelled of curry from downstairs, turmeric and ghee seeping through the floorboards at all hours. She hadn't eaten since morning. Her delivery bag sat half-packed on Eva's kitchen counter beside a stack of medieval Occitan poetry and three mugs growing their own civilisations. She eased the pressure on the door. Not an invitation. A negotiation. "Two minutes." "Three." "Two, or I break your pretty cane and keep the blade." The cane withdrew. She opened the door just wide enough for him to slip through, which he did with the economy of movement she'd noticed the first time they met, at a poker game in a Clerkenwell basement where the buy-in cost a secret and the dealer had hooves. Lucien moved like someone who'd learned early that space belonged to other people and he was borrowing it. He stood in Eva's flat and absorbed the chaos without comment. Books avalanched across every surface: the sofa, the kitchen table, the floor in precarious towers that Ptolemy navigated like an orange obstacle course. Research notes pinned to the walls with coloured tacks. A map of ley lines across London overlaid on an A-Z, red string connecting points that Rory still hadn't decoded. "Charming." "It's not mine. I'm staying with a friend." "Eva Marchetti. Italian Studies PhD, sideline in demonological cartography. Terrible taste in wine, excellent taste in protective wards." He tilted his head toward the doorframe where, if you knew how to look, faint sigils pulsed in the grain. "She's improved since last spring." "Stop cataloguing my life." "Force of habit." He hadn't changed. The charcoal suit sat on him like armour, every line precise, the fabric expensive enough that it probably cost more than three months of her delivery wages. Platinum hair slicked back, not a strand loose. The only wild thing about Lucien Moreau was his face, those two impossible eyes that shouldn't have worked together but did, the way minor chords worked, the way storms worked, pulling you in while every instinct screamed step back. Rory folded her arms. The sleeve of her jumper rode up and she tugged it down, but not fast enough. His gaze dropped to her left wrist. The crescent scar. He'd asked about it once, that night in Soho, and she'd told him a half-truth about a childhood accident. He hadn't pushed. Lucien never pushed. He just waited, patient as a river wearing down stone, until you gave him everything and convinced yourself it was your idea. "You said two minutes. Clock's running." He set the cane against Eva's bookshelf, between a dog-eared Catullus and something bound in what Rory hoped was leather. The gesture felt deliberate. Disarming, in the literal sense. "Someone's been asking about you." "People ask about me all the time. I'm a delight." "People with sulphur on their breath and a particular interest in your ancestry." The flat went quiet. Even Ptolemy stopped purring. "My ancestry's boring. Cardiff barrister, Welsh schoolteacher. We had Sunday roasts and arguments about rugby." "And yet three nights ago, a Vorath-class tracker showed up at the Golden Empress asking Yu-Fei about her delivery girl. The one with bright blue eyes and, I quote, blood that sings." Rory's stomach clenched. She thought of Yu-Fei, seventy-two and five foot nothing, wielding a cleaver with the casual competence of a woman who'd survived things she never discussed. The idea of something from the underworld cornering her in her own kitchen made Rory's hands shake. She pressed them flat against her thighs. "Is Yu-Fei all right?" "Yu-Fei fed it expired wontons and told it to make a booking like everyone else. The woman is magnificent." Something softened in his expression. Rory caught it before he locked it away. "But they'll send more. Vorath don't travel alone." "And you came here to warn me out of the goodness of your heart." "I don't have a heart. I have a network. You're valuable to it." "Wow. Romantic." The word landed between them like a grenade with the pin still in. Lucien's jaw tightened. One tell. The only one she'd ever found, and she'd been looking, because Lucien Moreau was a locked room and she'd spent three years of Pre-Law learning to pick apart closed arguments. "Rory." "Don't." "What happened in Soho..." "Was a mistake. My mistake. I kissed someone who trades in information for a living and expected it to mean something that wasn't transactional. Lesson learned." She picked up Ptolemy, who squirmed once and then settled against her chest like a furry shield. "Your two minutes are up." He didn't move. Of course he didn't. Lucien obeyed his own clock, always had, the kind of man who arrived at his own funeral fashionably late and critiqued the flower arrangements. "It wasn't transactional." "Then what was it?" "Complicated." "Complicated is what I left in Cardiff. Complicated is my ex ringing me at two in the morning to explain why the bruises were my fault. You don't get to stand there in your thousand-pound suit and hand me complicated like it's a gift." The words hung in the air. She hadn't meant to say that. Not to him. Not to anyone except Eva and, once, a counsellor she'd seen for exactly four sessions before the NHS waiting list swallowed her whole. Lucien's expression didn't shift. But his hand, the one that had been resting at his side, closed into a fist. Slowly. Deliberately. The knuckles went white. "His name." "Doesn't matter." "His name, Rory." "You vanished for three months. You don't get to play knight now." "I left because staying was dangerous. For you." "Spare me the martyr act." "My father's people found me." He said it flat, no inflection, the way you stated facts too large for feeling. "A delegation. They wanted to discuss my inheritance, which is a polite way of saying they wanted to leash me and drag me back to Avaros. I spent eleven weeks convincing them I wasn't worth the chain. I couldn't risk them discovering someone I..." He stopped. The silence filled with the muffled thump of bass from the curry house below, someone's Friday night playlist bleeding through the floor. "Someone you what?" His mismatched eyes found hers. The amber one burned. The black one was a well with no bottom, and she stood at its edge the way she'd stood at the edge of everything since leaving Cardiff: terrified, stubborn, unable to step back. "Someone I can't stop thinking about. Even when thinking about her puts her in danger. Even when she'd be better served by a dead bolt and a forgetting charm." Ptolemy leapt from her arms and landed on a stack of medieval poetry that toppled in slow, papery devastation. Neither of them looked. Rory's pulse hammered in her throat. She thought of Evan. Of fists that followed apologies. Of pretty words deployed like weapons. She knew how to spot the pattern, knew the shape of manipulation the way a cartographer knew coastlines. This wasn't that. She hated that she was sure. Certainty made her vulnerable. "You should have told me." "Yes." "A text. A letter. Carrier pigeon. Anything." "Also yes." "I thought you'd used me for information about the ley line network. Eva's research. I thought that kiss was just another transaction and I was too stupid to see it." His hand unclenched. He crossed the distance between them in two steps, and she didn't flinch, which surprised them both. He smelled the same, bergamot and old paper, and underneath it something faintly mineral, like the deep rock of a place that didn't exist on any human map. He stopped close enough that she had to tilt her chin up. His fingers hovered near her jaw without touching. Asking. "You are many things, Aurora Carter. Stupid has never been among them." "Don't charm me. I'm immune." "Patently untrue." "Shut up." She closed the distance herself. This time, when she kissed him, it tasted like a decision rather than an impulse, like the turn of a deadbolt into the locked position, like something secured. His hand found her jaw. His thumb traced the line of it, gentle with an undercurrent of restraint that she felt in the slight tremor of his fingers, the careful way he held himself back as if he contained something volatile and she was the only spark in the room. Three deadbolts on Eva's front door, and not one of them could keep out what she actually feared. He pulled back just enough to speak against her mouth. "The tracker. It'll come here next. Eva's wards will slow it, not stop it." "I know." "We need to move. Tonight." "I know that too." A sound from the stairwell. Heavy. Deliberate. Not footsteps. Something dragging itself up, one stair at a time, and the smell hit a second later, sulphur and rot, seeping under the door like gas. Lucien's hand was already on the bookshelf, reaching for his cane.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags5
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences60
tagDensity0.083
leniency0.167
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
94.25% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1740
totalAiIsmAdverbs2
found
0
adverb"slowly"
count1
1
adverb"deliberately"
count1
highlights
0"slowly"
1"deliberately"
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)
74.14% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1740
totalAiIsms9
found
0
word"navigated"
count1
1
word"pulsed"
count1
2
word"stomach"
count1
3
word"silence"
count1
4
word"charm"
count2
5
word"pulse"
count1
6
word"traced"
count1
7
word"footsteps"
count1
highlights
0"navigated"
1"pulsed"
2"stomach"
3"silence"
4"charm"
5"pulse"
6"traced"
7"footsteps"
66.67% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches2
maxInWindow2
found
0
label"knuckles turned white"
count1
1
label"hung in the air"
count1
highlights
0"knuckles went white"
1"hung in the air"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences103
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences103
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences157
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen47
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1729
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions15
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
83.33% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions45
wordCount1186
uniqueNames17
maxNameDensity0.76
worstName"Lucien"
maxWindowNameDensity2.5
worstWindowName"Rory"
discoveredNames
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Moreau3
Eva6
Brick1
Lane1
Soho2
Rory9
Occitan1
Clerkenwell1
Ptolemy5
London1
Catullus1
Yu-Fei1
Pre-Law1
Friday1
Cardiff1
Evan1
persons
0"Lucien"
1"Moreau"
2"Eva"
3"Rory"
4"Ptolemy"
5"Evan"
places
0"Brick"
1"Lane"
2"Soho"
3"Clerkenwell"
4"London"
5"Cardiff"
globalScore1
windowScore0.833
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences57
glossingSentenceCount1
matches
0"tasted like a decision rather than an imp"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1729
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount2
totalSentences157
matches
0"remembered that cane"
1"hated that she"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs86
mean20.1
std21
cv1.045
sampleLengths
027
127
28
3109
42
513
622
75
815
955
1012
112
121
1311
1467
1563
161
178
1843
194
203
2177
2220
2357
246
2529
265
2710
2813
298
3015
3132
3252
334
3440
3514
3613
372
3813
3935
401
411
424
4348
4431
453
464
471
4844
4938
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences103
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount1
totalVerbs195
matches
0"was borrowing"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences157
ratio0
matches(empty)
96.86% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1193
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount52
adverbRatio0.04358759430008382
lyAdverbCount11
lyAdverbRatio0.009220452640402346
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences157
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences157
mean11.01
std10.94
cv0.993
sampleLengths
027
16
221
38
45
56
64
731
85
940
103
113
1212
132
1413
1516
166
175
1815
1910
2017
215
2223
237
243
252
262
271
2811
293
3046
3118
3211
3323
349
3520
361
378
3838
395
404
413
423
4327
448
4539
464
4716
487
493
58.81% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats11
diversityRatio0.39490445859872614
totalSentences157
uniqueOpeners62
71.68% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount2
totalSentences93
matches
0"Then he'd vanished for twelve"
1"Of course he didn't."
ratio0.022
65.16% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount36
totalSentences93
matches
0"she said, and pushed the"
1"His cane caught the gap."
2"She remembered that cane."
3"She'd kissed him."
4"He'd let her."
5"She hadn't eaten since morning."
6"Her delivery bag sat half-packed"
7"She eased the pressure on"
8"She opened the door just"
9"He stood in Eva's flat"
10"He tilted his head toward"
11"He hadn't changed."
12"His gaze dropped to her"
13"He'd asked about it once,"
14"He hadn't pushed."
15"He just waited, patient as"
16"He set the cane against"
17"She thought of Yu-Fei, seventy-two"
18"She pressed them flat against"
19"She picked up Ptolemy, who"
ratio0.387
35.27% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount79
totalSentences93
matches
0"The door swung open and"
1"Rory's grip tightened on the"
2"Ptolemy threaded between her ankles,"
3"she said, and pushed the"
4"His cane caught the gap."
5"Ivory handle, thin as a"
6"She remembered that cane."
7"The way he'd touched the"
8"She'd kissed him."
9"He'd let her."
10"Rory pressed her forehead against"
11"The wood smelled of curry"
12"She hadn't eaten since morning."
13"Her delivery bag sat half-packed"
14"She eased the pressure on"
15"The cane withdrew."
16"She opened the door just"
17"Lucien moved like someone who'd"
18"He stood in Eva's flat"
19"Books avalanched across every surface:"
ratio0.849
53.76% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences93
matches
0"Even Ptolemy stopped purring."
ratio0.011
0.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences39
technicalSentenceCount9
matches
0"Ptolemy threaded between her ankles, purring at the stranger with the traitor's enthusiasm cats reserved for people who didn't deserve it."
1"The way he'd touched the cut on her temple with fingers that smelled of bergamot and old paper, his mismatched eyes close enough to count the flecks of gold in …"
2"Lucien moved like someone who'd learned early that space belonged to other people and he was borrowing it."
3"The only wild thing about Lucien Moreau was his face, those two impossible eyes that shouldn't have worked together but did, the way minor chords worked, the wa…"
4"She thought of Yu-Fei, seventy-two and five foot nothing, wielding a cleaver with the casual competence of a woman who'd survived things she never discussed."
5"Lucien obeyed his own clock, always had, the kind of man who arrived at his own funeral fashionably late and critiqued the flower arrangements."
6"Ptolemy leapt from her arms and landed on a stack of medieval poetry that toppled in slow, papery devastation."
7"He smelled the same, bergamot and old paper, and underneath it something faintly mineral, like the deep rock of a place that didn't exist on any human map."
8"His thumb traced the line of it, gentle with an undercurrent of restraint that she felt in the slight tremor of his fingers, the careful way he held himself bac…"
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags5
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags2
fancyCount0
fancyTags(empty)
dialogueSentences60
tagDensity0.033
leniency0.067
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
86.6647%