Run: 2026-02-19-01KHT0N2P5EEBM9183FCMM39CW

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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
Rory opened the door with a butter knife in one hand and Ptolemy squirming under the other arm, expecting the Deliveroo driver who'd been buzzing the wrong flat all week. Lucien Moreau stood on the landing. He looked like he'd stepped out of a magazine spread for men who'd never once worried about council tax. Charcoal suit, cut so precise it bordered on hostile. Platinum hair slicked back without a strand out of place despite the rain she could hear hammering Brick Lane three storeys below. That ivory-handled cane rested against his shoulder like a gentleman's accessory, though she knew what hid inside it. "Non," she said, and pushed the door. His shoe, Italian leather by the look of it, wedged into the gap. "Five minutes." "You had five minutes in Camberwell. You used them to set a warehouse on fire." "That was structural redistribution." "There were people inside, Lucien." "Bad people." He tilted his head. His mismatched eyes caught the hallway's fluorescent flicker, the amber one warm, the black one fathomless. "And they walked out. I made certain." Ptolemy chose that moment to launch from Rory's grip, landing on the welcome mat and threading between Lucien's ankles with a purr so loud it rattled. Traitor. The cat had hated Eva's last three boyfriends on sight but rolled over for the half-demon in bespoke tailoring. Rory tightened her grip on the butter knife. Useless as a weapon, excellent as a prop for dignity. She stepped back and left the door open, which was not an invitation but a strategic retreat into better-lit territory. "Five minutes. Then you're gone." He crossed the threshold the way he crossed every threshold, with the quiet authority of someone who expected rooms to rearrange themselves around him. His gaze swept Eva's flat, cataloguing every surface. Stacks of research notes on Sumerian binding spells teetered beside a half-eaten packet of Hobnobs. Three deadbolts on the door he'd just walked through, not one of which she'd engaged. Scrolls pinned to the kitchen cabinets with fridge magnets shaped like the Welsh dragon. "Your friend collects interesting reading material." "Eva's at a conference in Edinburgh. So whatever this is, it's me you're stuck with." "I know she's in Edinburgh. That's why I'm here." He said it without inflection, the way he delivered every piece of information that carried weight. Lucien dealt in secrets the way other men dealt cards, always holding the best ones close. Rory leaned against the kitchen counter and crossed her arms. The butter knife pointed at the ceiling. Rain battered the window behind her, and the scent of cumin drifted up from the curry house below, mingling with something else, something cooler, like iron filings and expensive cologne. That was him. She'd catalogued it months ago and hated herself for remembering. "Talk." "There's a contract out." "On who?" "On you." The words landed in the cluttered flat like a stone in still water. Ptolemy wound himself around a stack of books on medieval demonology and began grooming a paw. Rory's fingers found the crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist, a habit she thought she'd broken. She forced her hand flat against the counter. "Who?" "I'm working on that." "You're an information broker. Information is the one thing you're supposed to have." Something shifted behind his expression. Barely there. Like watching a crack form in porcelain. "Which is why I'm here and not sending a courier. I don't yet know the name, but I know the price, and it is..." He paused, selecting the word with surgical care. "Considerable." "Flattering." "It should concern you." "It does. I'm just not going to give you the satisfaction of watching it land." The corner of his mouth twitched. Not a smile. Lucien didn't smile, not properly. He offered approximations that left you guessing whether you amused or irritated him. He moved through the flat without asking permission, checking the window locks, peering behind the curtain that sectioned off Eva's bedroom alcove. The cane tapped a soft rhythm on the floorboards, and Rory tracked the sound like a metronome. "Those deadbolts are decorative at best. A determined human could breach them in ninety seconds. A motivated demon wouldn't bother with the door at all." "I've warded the flat." "With what? Cumin and good intentions?" "With a Chaldean binding circle under the rug you're standing on." He glanced down. Lifted the rug's corner with the tip of his cane. The sigils etched into the floorboard pulsed faintly, ice-blue, responding to his proximity. His black eye widened a fraction. "Eva's work?" "Mine." He let the rug fall and straightened. Studied her with an expression she couldn't parse, something between reassessment and an emotion he'd never name. "You've been practising." "I've been surviving. There's a difference." Silence settled between them. Not comfortable. Charged, like air before lightning splits a summer sky. Three months since Camberwell. Three months since she'd watched him disappear into smoke and sirens, and she'd told herself the tightness in her chest was anger. Convenient, anger. Clean. It didn't keep you up at night tracing the memory of someone's mismatched eyes across your ceiling. Except it did. Lucien set his cane against the wall and unbuttoned his jacket with one hand. Beneath it, a crisp white shirt, no tie. She noticed the bandage wrapping his left forearm before he could adjust the cuff. "You're hurt." "A scratch." "That's field dressing. Medical grade. You saw someone about it." "A veterinarian in Peckham who owes me a favour. Discreet and skilled, if a bit heavy-handed with the antiseptic." Rory pushed off the counter before she could stop herself. Two steps brought her close enough to smell the iron-and-cologne scent properly, close enough to see the faint sheen of sweat at his temple that betrayed the pain he refused to show. "Let me see." "It's not, " "Lucien." He went still. She'd used his name like a blade, and it found its mark. His jaw tightened. Then he extended his arm, rolling the cuff with deliberate slowness, peeling back the bandage to reveal a gash that ran from elbow to wrist. The edges were clean but deep, and the skin around it had turned the greyish-purple of a wound inflicted by something other than steel. "This is cursed." "Mildly." "There's no 'mildly' with necrotic hexwork. Who did this?" "The same people who put the contract on you." His voice dropped. "I intercepted their courier. He was carrying your photograph, your work schedule at the Golden Empress, and the location of this flat." The curry house scent suddenly felt oppressive. Rory's stomach turned. She released his arm but didn't step back. Couldn't. Her feet had made a decision her brain hadn't sanctioned. "So you fought a courier, got yourself cursed, patched up by a vet, and came straight here. Instead of ringing me. Like a normal person." "I don't have your number." "You tracked my work schedule and home address but not my mobile." "I have professional standards. Phone numbers are personal." She stared at him. He stared back with those impossible eyes, one the colour of aged whiskey, one a void you could fall into and never find the bottom. "That is the most ridiculous thing you've ever said to me, and you once explained demon tax law." "Demon tax law is perfectly logical." "You described a system where the currency is teeth, Lucien." "Molars specifically. The exchange rate is favourable." Something cracked between them. Not a wall, walls were too solid. A membrane, thin and stretched taut for months, punctured by the absurdity of standing in a cramped Brick Lane flat arguing about demonic economics while a death contract hung in the air like smoke. Rory grabbed the first-aid kit from under the sink. Eva kept it stocked with things that didn't appear in any NHS catalogue: vials of ground rowan bark, silver-infused salve, strips of linen blessed at a monastery in Thessaloniki. She pushed aside the Hobnobs and gestured to the kitchen table. "Sit." "I don't take orders." "You do tonight." He sat. She pulled a chair opposite and took his arm again, laying it flat on the table between a half-finished translation of an Akkadian funerary text and a mug that read WORLD'S OKAYEST WITCH. The salve was cool under her fingers as she worked it into the wound's edges. He flinched once. She pretended not to notice. "You left without a word," she said, not looking up. "Camberwell. The fire brigade arrived, and you vanished." "I had matters to attend to." "Bollocks." She wrapped the linen around his forearm, tight enough to hold, gentle enough that her hands betrayed something she didn't want examined. "You left because I asked what you are. Not what species, I already knew that. What you are. What this is." She tied off the bandage. Smoothed the edge with her thumb. His pulse beat against her fingertips, faster than it should be for someone who brokered information with the emotional range of a filing cabinet. "Rory." "Don't." "I left because the answer frightened me." The words hung between them in Eva's cluttered flat, surrounded by ancient texts and cat hair and the lingering ghosts of every message she'd drafted and deleted. Ptolemy jumped onto the table and sat on the Akkadian translation like a furry paperweight, purring. Rory's hand was still on Lucien's wrist. His pulse hammered against the crescent scar on hers, two broken rhythms searching for sync. "The answer," she said. "Present tense or past?" He covered her hand with his. The buzzer shrieked. Three sharp bursts. Not the pattern for the curry house, not the Deliveroo driver, not Eva's code. Lucien reached for his cane and drew the hidden blade in one fluid motion, ivory handle in his right fist, thin steel catching the kitchen light. "That courier," he said, "had a partner."
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags7
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences65
tagDensity0.108
leniency0.215
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
93.95% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1654
totalAiIsmAdverbs2
found
0
adverb"suddenly"
count1
1
adverb"perfectly"
count1
highlights
0"suddenly"
1"perfectly"
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)
57.68% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1654
totalAiIsms14
found
0
word"flicker"
count1
1
word"weight"
count1
2
word"porcelain"
count1
3
word"determined"
count1
4
word"etched"
count1
5
word"pulsed"
count1
6
word"silence"
count1
7
word"comfortable"
count1
8
word"charged"
count1
9
word"tracing"
count1
10
word"oppressive"
count1
11
word"stomach"
count1
12
word"pulse"
count2
highlights
0"flicker"
1"weight"
2"porcelain"
3"determined"
4"etched"
5"pulsed"
6"silence"
7"comfortable"
8"charged"
9"tracing"
10"oppressive"
11"stomach"
12"pulse"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"hung in the air"
count1
highlights
0"hung in the air"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences102
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences102
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences160
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
totalWords1642
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions9
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
100.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions47
wordCount1197
uniqueNames16
maxNameDensity0.84
worstName"Rory"
maxWindowNameDensity1.5
worstWindowName"Rory"
discoveredNames
Ptolemy4
Deliveroo2
Moreau1
Brick2
Lane2
Italian1
Rory10
Lucien7
Eva6
Sumerian1
Hobnobs2
Welsh1
Camberwell1
Thessaloniki1
Akkadian2
Three4
persons
0"Ptolemy"
1"Moreau"
2"Rory"
3"Lucien"
4"Eva"
places
0"Brick"
1"Lane"
2"Thessaloniki"
globalScore1
windowScore1
80.56% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences72
glossingSentenceCount2
matches
0"looked like he'd stepped out of a magazin"
1"something between reassessment and an emotion h"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches1
per1kWords0.609
wordCount1642
matches
0"not an invitation but a strategic retreat into better-lit territory"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences160
matches
0"chose that moment"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs92
mean17.85
std18.3
cv1.025
sampleLengths
030
16
268
37
413
52
615
74
85
929
1046
1138
125
1376
146
1515
169
1732
1860
191
204
212
222
2329
2424
251
264
2713
2814
2933
301
314
3215
3327
3439
3525
364
376
3811
3932
402
411
4224
433
446
4561
463
4736
482
492
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences102
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs202
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences160
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1209
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount30
adverbRatio0.02481389578163772
lyAdverbCount5
lyAdverbRatio0.0041356492969396195
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences160
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences160
mean10.26
std8.26
cv0.805
sampleLengths
030
16
219
39
422
518
67
713
82
915
104
115
126
1316
147
1526
161
1719
188
1910
2020
215
2224
238
2415
2515
2614
276
2815
299
3016
3116
3210
337
3430
353
3610
371
384
392
402
4113
4216
4316
448
451
464
4713
485
492
63.54% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats5
diversityRatio0.4
totalSentences160
uniqueOpeners64
35.84% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount1
totalSentences93
matches
0"Then he extended his arm,"
ratio0.011
60.86% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount37
totalSentences93
matches
0"He looked like he'd stepped"
1"she said, and pushed the"
2"His shoe, Italian leather by"
3"He tilted his head"
4"His mismatched eyes caught the"
5"She stepped back and left"
6"He crossed the threshold the"
7"His gaze swept Eva's flat,"
8"He said it without inflection,"
9"She'd catalogued it months ago"
10"She forced her hand flat"
11"He paused, selecting the word"
12"He offered approximations that left"
13"He moved through the flat"
14"He glanced down."
15"His black eye widened a"
16"He let the rug fall"
17"It didn't keep you up"
18"She noticed the bandage wrapping"
19"He went still."
ratio0.398
62.15% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount74
totalSentences93
matches
0"Rory opened the door with"
1"Lucien Moreau stood on the"
2"He looked like he'd stepped"
3"Charcoal suit, cut so precise"
4"Platinum hair slicked back without"
5"That ivory-handled cane rested against"
6"she said, and pushed the"
7"His shoe, Italian leather by"
8"He tilted his head"
9"His mismatched eyes caught the"
10"Ptolemy chose that moment to"
11"The cat had hated Eva's"
12"Rory tightened her grip on"
13"She stepped back and left"
14"He crossed the threshold the"
15"His gaze swept Eva's flat,"
16"Stacks of research notes on"
17"Scrolls pinned to the kitchen"
18"He said it without inflection,"
19"Lucien dealt in secrets the"
ratio0.796
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences93
matches(empty)
ratio0
5.49% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences52
technicalSentenceCount10
matches
0"Rory opened the door with a butter knife in one hand and Ptolemy squirming under the other arm, expecting the Deliveroo driver who'd been buzzing the wrong flat…"
1"Ptolemy chose that moment to launch from Rory's grip, landing on the welcome mat and threading between Lucien's ankles with a purr so loud it rattled."
2"He crossed the threshold the way he crossed every threshold, with the quiet authority of someone who expected rooms to rearrange themselves around him."
3"He said it without inflection, the way he delivered every piece of information that carried weight."
4"He moved through the flat without asking permission, checking the window locks, peering behind the curtain that sectioned off Eva's bedroom alcove."
5"Two steps brought her close enough to smell the iron-and-cologne scent properly, close enough to see the faint sheen of sweat at his temple that betrayed the pa…"
6"Then he extended his arm, rolling the cuff with deliberate slowness, peeling back the bandage to reveal a gash that ran from elbow to wrist."
7"Eva kept it stocked with things that didn't appear in any NHS catalogue: vials of ground rowan bark, silver-infused salve, strips of linen blessed at a monaster…"
8"She pulled a chair opposite and took his arm again, laying it flat on the table between a half-finished translation of an Akkadian funerary text and a mug that …"
9"His pulse beat against her fingertips, faster than it should be for someone who brokered information with the emotional range of a filing cabinet."
53.57% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags7
uselessAdditionCount1
matches
0"she said, not looking up"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags4
fancyCount0
fancyTags(empty)
dialogueSentences65
tagDensity0.062
leniency0.123
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
83.7883%