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Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTYT3NEK2XN7SM6BBJ4PAZ0
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Model:
GPT-5.1
Test:
Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:
Romance: separated couple reunites
Duration:
1m 38s
Cost:
$0.053154
Provider:
OpenAI
Evaluation summary
Score
Evaluator
Details Link
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
(details)
93.80%
AI-ism adverb frequency
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism character names
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism location names
(details)
58.68%
AI-ism word frequency
(details)
100.00%
Cliché density
(details)
100.00%
Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
(details)
100.00%
Filter word density
(details)
100.00%
Gibberish response detection
(details)
100.00%
Markdown formatting overuse
(details)
100.00%
Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
(details)
100.00%
Name drop frequency
(details)
100.00%
Narrator intent-glossing
(details)
100.00%
"Not X but Y" pattern overuse
(details)
100.00%
Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
(details)
100.00%
Paragraph length variance
(details)
100.00%
Passive voice overuse
(details)
100.00%
Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
(details)
100.00%
Em-dash & semicolon overuse
(details)
100.00%
Purple prose (modifier overload)
(details)
100.00%
Repeated phrase echo
(details)
100.00%
Sentence length variance
(details)
53.79%
Sentence opener variety
(details)
94.56%
Adverb-first sentence starts
(details)
63.97%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
(details)
41.56%
Subject-first sentence starts
(details)
0.00%
Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
(details)
100.00%
Technical jargon density
(details)
100.00%
Useless dialogue additions
(details)
100.00%
Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
(details)
90.2120%
Overall
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
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I yanked the door open
mid-curse. "If
this
is another bloody menu through the letterbox, I swear to God I will set it on fi—" I stopped.
Lucien Moreau leaned on his
ivory-handled cane in the narrow doorway, like he had not put a knife in my life and twisted it eighteen months ago. One amber eye, one black, both fixed on me. His suit, charcoal as ever,
looked like it came straight from Savile
Row, not the cracked stairwell of a Brick Lane walk-up. "Aurora," he said. "You look terrible." "Lucien," I said. "You look lost. Try Soho."
I went to slam the
door.
The cane slid into the
gap, quick as a tongue. "Careful."
His voice stayed smooth
. "You break
this
, you buy me another." "Move it." "Not yet."
He pushed, not hard, just
enough that the dead
weight
of him overpowered mine.
The edge of the door
pressed into my palm.
I considered slamming until his
expensive stick snapped and his fingers did too.
Then I saw the way
he held himself.
His left side dragged, faint
but there, a stiffness under the immaculate fabric.
The hand on the cane
trembled
once then stilled.
Something dark streaked the cuff
of his white shirt, a thin diagonal line that had nothing to do with ink. I smelled iron. Under the lingering spices from the curry house downstairs, it cut sharp and metallic. "You're bleeding," I said. "Perceptive as always." "Try a hospital." "I tried." One corner of his mouth lifted. "They objected to knives in their security staff." "Knives in,"
I nodded at him
, "or knives out?" "Language barrier."
He leaned his weight against
the cane and the doorframe.
The small patch of skin
at his throat,
where
his shirt had come unbuttoned, gleamed slick. For a heartbeat I pictured closing the door on his hand anyway. Heard the crack. Watched him flinch. Instead I stepped back. "You have two minutes," I said. "Do not bleed on Eva's rug." "I missed your hospitality."
He slid inside, cane ticking
once on the worn floorboards as he passed me.
Heat rolled off him, the
kind that came from fever or something worse.
He smelled of smoke, cold
cologne and underground places.
Ptolemy, Eva's tabby tyrant, sat
on the back of the sagging armchair and puffed up like an offended sofa cushion. The flat swallowed Lucien in paper and shadows. Shelves
loomed
on three sides, crammed with crooked spines and rolled maps. Handwritten notes blanketed the small dining table, layered like fallen leaves.
Somewhere beneath the curry and
cat litter lingered vanilla from Eva's cheap candles. Lucien glanced around with a low hum. "Charming," he said. "Very... combustible." "Touch nothing." "Always so possessive, ma belle." "Do not call me that." He turned back to me, heterochromatic gaze skimming my face with clinical precision.
He took in my old
jeans, the Golden Empress delivery hoodie, my bare feet.
His eyes paused at my
left wrist
where
the thin crescent scar showed, pale against skin. "You still wear it," he said. "It is a scar, not jewellery." "It suits you." I folded my arms. "Say what you came to say. Then leave, like last time. Preferably without handing me to any demons on the way out." "I did not hand you to anyone." "You walked away." "You told me to." His voice did not rise. Mine wanted to. "You set me up in that warehouse," I said. "You knew about the circle. You knew who owned it." "The circle saved your life." "Oh, splendid. Next time send flowers."
He shifted his weight and
his face tightened fast, a flinch he almost buried. The cane clicked again as he adjusted. "Sit down before you keel over," I said. "If you pass out on my feet I will kick you until you wake." "Still sentimental." He moved toward the armchair. Ptolemy hissed. Lucien stopped, studied the cat like an unsolved equation, then lowered himself onto the edge of the opposite dining chair instead. The effort cost him.
He exhaled slowly, fingers whitening
on the cane handle. "Who did you annoy?" I said. "Short list or detailed bibliography?" "Start with why you are at
this
door instead of crawling back to whatever hellhole you came from." His black eye glinted, deep as a burned-out coal seam. "You flatter me." He reached into his jacket with stiff fingers. I tensed. Old habit. The last thing he had produced from an inside pocket in front of me had been a sigilised coin that changed three lives. This time he pulled a folded scrap of paper. Eva's cramped, angular handwriting crowded the surface. My
stomach
dipped. "Where did you get that." "Your friend distributes her contact details too widely." He placed the note on the table. Eva's name, the address, a warning: if lost or in trouble, find my flat, ask for Aurora. Do not bring anything with teeth. "She gave that to a vamp nest queen in Dalston," I said. "Last year." "Mm. The queen misplaced it in a card game. A warlock acquired it. The warlock owed me money. An elegant chain of circumstance. You would admire it if you were less annoyed." "You won my safety net in a poker game." "I prefer chemin de fer, but yes." I stared at him. "You have a city of contacts. A Rolodex straight from Hell. You used *
this
*." "I needed someone I did not own," he said. "Someone my father did not keep tabs on." The word father sat in the air like old smoke. Ptolemy dropped from the armchair, padded over and sniffed Lucien's trouser leg, then recoiled with another low hiss. His tail thrashed. I said nothing. Lucien opened his jacket the rest of the way. The shirt beneath did not match the suit anymore. Slashes, three of them, carved across his ribs, angling up from his left hip as if something with long fingers had
tried to
scoop him open. The cuts still seeped, dark and slow. Heat radiated off the inflamed skin, and something faintly iridescent
shimmered
at the edges, like oil on water. The smell hit me harder. Iron and something chemical, wrong, a sting at the back of my throat. "That," I said, pointing, "is not human." "Correct." "You bled on Eva's chair." He glanced down, then up again, lazy as a cat in the sun. "Priorities, Aurora." "What did
this
." "My father's envoys." He spoke
as if remarking on traffic
. "Avaros grows impatient." "Tell him to stand in line." "He prefers I kneel." "Then you should not have stolen from him." He smiled, brief and sharp. "I knew you would assume guilt." "You did not deny it." "If I stole, I did it for London. You remember London, yes,
this
delightful swamp of tourists and overpriced cocktails you insist on protecting." "Do not make
this
about civic duty." "Everything is about duty." He winced, hand flying to his side. His finger brushed the
glistening
edge of one wound. For a foolish second I reached for him. My hand hovered in the air between us. Pride dragged it back. "There are hospitals that deal with...
this
sort of thing," I said. "Healers. The good ones do not ask for your soul until the fourth visit." "They cost favours," he said. "At the moment I must economise." "Try bandages then." "I came to you." "I noticed." "I require the Ward of Cædmon." The name scraped my spine. I leaned back against the bookshelf, paper digging into my shoulder blades. "Absolutely not." "Eva has it," he said. "I doubted she would hand it over if I asked nicely. You she trusts." "No," I said. "She *
trusted
* you, once. There is a difference." "You
trusted
me too." "I learnt." The cat jumped onto the table and sat squarely on the scrap of paper with Eva's address, like a furry full stop. Lucien watched my face, not the cat. "The Ward anchors circles," he said. "You know
this
. I need to seal a tear he opened in the boundary. If I do not, we both lose
this
charming neighbourhood to something worse than late-night kebab shops." "Big claim." "True." "Prove it." He unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way, slow, fingers careful. Not for effect, though my
pulse
climbed anyway. Old muscle, lean and pale, moved under skin marked with more than today's damage. New scars crossed the old ones I remembered. Fresh sigils, inked in something darker than normal tattoo ink, curled over his sternum. One of them, a broken ring of script,
pulsed
faintly with its own light. "That is not supposed to do that," I said. "Correct again." "What did you bind yourself to." "Wrong question." His amber eye caught mine. "Ask what bound itself to me." "Semantics." "It crawled out of the tear," he said. "It liked what it found." "It marked you like a toy." "It chose a host." "So exorcise it." "An exorcism without the Ward would destabilise the tear further. Then your street acquires tentacles." He did not smirk. That, more than anything, took the joke out of the air. I swore under my breath, Irish and helpless, a string of words my mother pretended not to understand. "Eva is at the university," I said. "She locked that Ward behind three spells and a string of Saint Brigid's crosses." "You can open them." "You *
taught
* her two of them." "Then you can open them faster." I glared at him. "You did not come here for me," I said. "You came for her work." "I came because you stand between her work and everyone who wants to misuse it." "You lie for a living." "And yet I am here bleeding on your friend's furniture, not hiring someone to steal from her while she sleeps. Think, Aurora." He leaned forward, the movement grinding his teeth. The black of his right eye swallowed more of the iris as I watched. It
flickered
once, like something inside adjusted to fit better. I drew in a breath. "What happens if I say no." "I find another way," he said. "Slower. Less precise. More bodies in the Thames." "So now you care about casualties." "I care about *
where
* they fall." His gaze dropped to my wrist again, to the pale crescent. "You owe me," he said quietly. I laughed. It came out thin. "For what." "For Cardiff." The word dug under my ribs in one neat motion. Memories unspooled, fast and ugly. Evan's hand around my throat. The taste of blood and cheap cider. A flash of amber and black in the alley the night it ended. "You did that for yourself," I said. "One less human nuisance in your way." "I did it because I found you inconveniently interesting." "You could have let him kill me." "Mon dieu," he said. "Listen to you, arguing over hypotheticals. The fact remains, I did not." He held my eyes. Something old and tired peeked out behind the
charm
. "You asked me once," he said, "why I never take souls directly. Why I trade information instead. You remember." "You said souls smell boring." "I said souls bind you. Information frees you. I built a life on that." He tapped his chest, the pulsing ring of script. "Now something else knows what I know. Every name. Every secret. Every debt. If my father cracks me open, he inherits London." "Modest." "Accurate." "Or you stage all
this
," I said, "so I give you access to Eva's most dangerous artefact." "It is not your habit to flatter me with cleverness I do not possess." "Overcomplicated plots are your kink." He smiled for real, small and sudden, teeth faintly red. "You remember my kinks." Heat crawled up my neck. "Get out." "Then London falls." "You do not get to use my city as leverage." "It worked on you once." He had the grace to flinch at his own words. Ptolemy's ears flattened. The cat turned his head
sharply
toward the door. I frowned. Footsteps sounded on the stairs outside. Not the usual hurried clatter of delivery drivers or the slow drag of the auntie from the third floor. These thudded heavy,
measured
, like someone who enjoyed their own
weight
. Lucien's fingers tightened on the cane. "You were followed," I said. His
jaw clenched
. "They smelled of old stone and brine. I lost two on Commercial Street." "Two what." "Envoys." "From your father." "From the thing in the tear." Cold ran along my spine. The
footsteps
stopped outside the flat. The cheap wood of the door shivered. Ptolemy bolted under the bed, tail vanishing like a striped snake. "You led them straight to Eva's place," I hissed. "They would have found you eventually." "So you decided to speed-run it." "Aurora." Someone, something, dragged a claw or a nail down the outside of the door. The sound burned in my teeth. The metal of the top deadbolt squealed. Lucien pushed himself to his feet. The chair scraped back. He swayed once, then straightened, cane in one hand, the other pressed to his side. His black eye darkened again, ink spilling over the amber counterpart until both looked unnatural. "How many," I said. "Three," he said. "Possibly four if they brought the priest." "The what." Wood splintered at the frame. Lucien glanced at me, at the books, at the tiny kitchen and the narrow corridor to the bedroom.
Nowhere to run that did
not involve leaping straight through the thin window into Brick Lane traffic. "Option one," he said. "You open the Ward before they breach the wards on
this
door." "That is not a ward, that is a Yale lock and hope." "Then we improvise." The middle deadbolt snapped. A crack zigzagged down the cheap veneer like a live thing. Black liquid, thick as tar, seeped through it and crawled along the grain toward the floor. I grabbed the nearest thing with
weight
, which
happened to
be an old brass candlestick, and planted my feet. The last lock shrieked. The door flung inward, wood exploding into the flat. Something ducked through the hole. Tall enough that it had to fold to enter, shoulders scraping plaster. Skin the colour of old coins stretched over joints that bent in wrong angles. Where a face should have been, only a smooth expanse of flesh and a slit full of teeth. It turned its blank head toward me. Lucien lifted his cane, blade whispering free with a sound like a promise.
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Evaluation details
Result
Evaluator
Details
Meta Data
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags
37
adverbTagCount
1
adverbTags
0
"he said quietly [quietly]"
dialogueSentences
155
tagDensity
0.239
leniency
0.477
rawRatio
0.027
effectiveRatio
0.013
93.80%
AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount
2420
totalAiIsmAdverbs
3
found
0
adverb
"very"
count
1
1
adverb
"slowly"
count
1
2
adverb
"sharply"
count
1
highlights
0
"very"
1
"slowly"
2
"sharply"
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)
58.68%
AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount
2420
totalAiIsms
20
found
0
word
"weight"
count
5
1
word
"trembled"
count
1
2
word
"loomed"
count
1
3
word
"the last thing"
count
1
4
word
"stomach"
count
1
5
word
"shimmered"
count
1
6
word
"glistening"
count
1
7
word
"absolutely"
count
1
8
word
"pulse"
count
1
9
word
"pulsed"
count
1
10
word
"flickered"
count
1
11
word
"charm"
count
1
12
word
"footsteps"
count
2
13
word
"measured"
count
1
14
word
"jaw clenched"
count
1
highlights
0
"weight"
1
"trembled"
2
"loomed"
3
"the last thing"
4
"stomach"
5
"shimmered"
6
"glistening"
7
"absolutely"
8
"pulse"
9
"pulsed"
10
"flickered"
11
"charm"
12
"footsteps"
13
"measured"
14
"jaw clenched"
100.00%
Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches
1
maxInWindow
1
found
0
label
"jaw/fists clenched"
count
1
highlights
0
"jaw clenched"
100.00%
Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells
0
narrationSentences
177
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount
0
hedgeCount
2
narrationSentences
177
filterMatches
(empty)
hedgeMatches
0
"tried to"
1
"happened to"
100.00%
Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences
295
gibberishSentences
0
adjustedGibberishSentences
0
longSentenceCount
0
runOnParagraphCount
0
giantParagraphCount
0
wordSaladCount
0
repetitionLoopCount
0
controlTokenCount
0
maxSentenceWordsSeen
32
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans
4
markdownWords
4
totalWords
2414
ratio
0.002
matches
0
"this"
1
"trusted"
2
"taught"
3
"where"
100.00%
Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions
54
unquotedAttributions
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions
39
wordCount
1443
uniqueNames
15
maxNameDensity
0.76
worstName
"Lucien"
maxWindowNameDensity
1.5
worstWindowName
"Lucien"
discoveredNames
Moreau
1
Savile
1
Row
1
Brick
2
Lane
2
One
3
Eva
5
Lucien
11
Golden
1
Empress
1
Aurora
1
Irish
1
Wood
1
Heat
3
Ptolemy
5
persons
0
"Moreau"
1
"Eva"
2
"Lucien"
3
"Wood"
4
"Heat"
5
"Ptolemy"
places
0
"Savile"
1
"Brick"
2
"Lane"
3
"One"
globalScore
1
windowScore
1
100.00%
Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences
103
glossingSentenceCount
2
matches
0
"looked like it came straight from Savile"
1
"as if remarking on traffic"
100.00%
"Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches
0
per1kWords
0
wordCount
2414
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount
0
totalSentences
295
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs
204
mean
11.83
std
11.33
cv
0.958
sampleLengths
0
6
1
19
2
2
3
58
4
6
5
8
6
16
7
12
8
2
9
2
10
36
11
8
12
42
13
17
14
4
15
3
16
3
17
16
18
9
19
2
20
26
21
18
22
4
23
12
24
4
25
36
26
20
27
44
28
7
29
5
30
2
31
5
32
5
33
43
34
6
35
6
36
3
37
4
38
22
39
7
40
3
41
4
42
8
43
19
44
5
45
6
46
21
47
22
48
2
49
28
100.00%
Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount
0
totalSentences
177
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount
0
totalVerbs
260
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount
0
semicolonCount
0
flaggedSentences
0
totalSentences
295
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount
1447
adjectiveStacks
0
stackExamples
(empty)
adverbCount
50
adverbRatio
0.03455425017277125
lyAdverbCount
9
lyAdverbRatio
0.006219765031098825
100.00%
Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences
295
echoCount
0
echoWords
(empty)
100.00%
Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences
295
mean
8.18
std
5.62
cv
0.687
sampleLengths
0
6
1
19
2
2
3
27
4
9
5
22
6
3
7
3
8
3
9
5
10
6
11
10
12
5
13
7
14
2
15
2
16
14
17
9
18
13
19
8
20
13
21
9
22
20
23
3
24
14
25
4
26
3
27
3
28
8
29
8
30
9
31
2
32
10
33
16
34
12
35
3
36
3
37
4
38
6
39
6
40
4
41
14
42
13
43
9
44
20
45
8
46
12
47
11
48
13
49
7
53.79%
Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats
18
diversityRatio
0.3593220338983051
totalSentences
295
uniqueOpeners
106
94.56%
Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount
4
totalSentences
141
matches
0
"Then I saw the way"
1
"Instead I stepped back."
2
"Somewhere beneath the curry and"
3
"Nowhere to run that did"
ratio
0.028
63.97%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount
55
totalSentences
141
matches
0
"I yanked the door open"
1
"His suit, charcoal as ever,"
2
"I went to slam the"
3
"His voice stayed smooth"
4
"He pushed, not hard, just"
5
"I considered slamming until his"
6
"His left side dragged, faint"
7
"I smelled iron."
8
"I nodded at him"
9
"He leaned his weight against"
10
"He slid inside, cane ticking"
11
"He smelled of smoke, cold"
12
"He turned back to me,"
13
"He took in my old"
14
"His eyes paused at my"
15
"I folded my arms."
16
"His voice did not rise."
17
"He shifted his weight and"
18
"He moved toward the armchair."
19
"He exhaled slowly, fingers whitening"
ratio
0.39
41.56%
Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount
118
totalSentences
141
matches
0
"I yanked the door open"
1
"Lucien Moreau leaned on his"
2
"His suit, charcoal as ever,"
3
"I went to slam the"
4
"The cane slid into the"
5
"His voice stayed smooth"
6
"He pushed, not hard, just"
7
"The edge of the door"
8
"I considered slamming until his"
9
"His left side dragged, faint"
10
"The hand on the cane"
11
"Something dark streaked the cuff"
12
"I smelled iron."
13
"I nodded at him"
14
"He leaned his weight against"
15
"The small patch of skin"
16
"He slid inside, cane ticking"
17
"Heat rolled off him, the"
18
"He smelled of smoke, cold"
19
"Ptolemy, Eva's tabby tyrant, sat"
ratio
0.837
0.00%
Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount
0
totalSentences
141
matches
(empty)
ratio
0
100.00%
Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences
61
technicalSentenceCount
3
matches
0
"Something dark streaked the cuff of his white shirt, a thin diagonal line that had nothing to do with ink."
1
"The last thing he had produced from an inside pocket in front of me had been a sigilised coin that changed three lives."
2
"Slashes, three of them, carved across his ribs, angling up from his left hip as if something with long fingers had tried to scoop him open."
100.00%
Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags
37
uselessAdditionCount
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags
33
fancyCount
2
fancyTags
0
"He spoke (speak)"
1
"I hissed (hiss)"
dialogueSentences
155
tagDensity
0.213
leniency
0.426
rawRatio
0.061
effectiveRatio
0.026
90.2120%