Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXQCYMQA4XG1WYEMT830W2Z

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Duration:
51.3s
Cost:
$0.005981
Provider:
Mistral

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System
You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Romance genre. Your readers are hooked on your stories and can't wait to read the book you have in store. <important> - MUST: Start each chapter in medias res (in the middle of action). AVOID talking about the weather, time of day, the position of the sun, or other boring stuff. - The instructions/summary are just a that, a summary. Feel free to add details, stretch sections and add interesting transitions/descriptions/fillers. - When called for it, have fast-paced action, but otherwise take things slow. This is an experience, and not for people with short attention spans. Enjoy the wine, not slurp Red Bull. - Add descriptions when transitioning places/times/etc, or when coming by new places (e.g. a corner shop, a cafe, etc.). But remember: NOT at the start or end of a chapter. - MUST: AVOID ending in internal monologue, reminiscing or waiting for the next day. A good chapter end is when we're ending right when shit hits the fan. We want to have the reader be excited for what comes next. So no reminiscing, contemplating or summarizing the day. It's popcorn time! </important>
User/Human
Take into account the following glossary of characters/locations/items/lore... when writing your response: <codex> <character id="4412" name="Aurora Carter" aliases="Rory, Laila, Aurora, Carter, Malphora" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Protagonist"> <eyeColor>bright blue</eyeColor> <hair>straight shoulder-length black</hair> <height>5'6"</height> <age>25</age> <scar>small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist from a childhood accident</scar> <description>Aurora, referred to by her friends as Rory, is cool-headed, intelligent, and known for quick out-of-the-box thinking.</description> <backstory>Born in Cardiff to an Irish barrister father (Brendan Carter) and Welsh teacher mother (Jennifer Carter née Ellis), Rory reluctantly pursued Pre-Law at Cardiff University. She fled to London at the behest of her childhood friend Eva after leaving an abusive ex named Evan. By day, Rory works part-time as a delivery person for Yu-Fei Cheung's Golden Empress restaurant. She lives in a flat above Silas' bar.</backstory> </character> <character id="4415" name="Lucien Moreau" aliases="Lucien, Luc, the Frenchman" pronouns="he/him" species="Half-Demon" storyRole="Ally"> <eyeColor>heterochromatic — one amber, one black</eyeColor> <hair>slicked-back platinum blond</hair> <height>5'11"</height> <age>32</age> <cane>ivory-handled cane that conceals a thin blade</cane> <dress>tailored charcoal suits</dress> <description>An impeccably dressed fixer and information broker in London's supernatural underworld. He speaks four languages fluently.</description> <backstory>Born in Marseille to a human mother and a demon father from the realm of Avaros.</backstory> </character> <location id="858" name="Eva's Flat" aliases="Eva's place, the flat on Brick Lane" realm="Earth"> <cat>tabby cat named Ptolemy</cat> <security>three deadbolts on the front door</security> <description>A cramped one-bedroom flat above a curry house on Brick Lane, East London. Every surface is covered with books, scrolls, and research notes.</description> </location> </codex> <proseGuidelines> <styleGuide> - Write in past tense and use British English spelling and grammar - Keep a Flesch reading ease score of 60 - Respect the the Royal Order of Adjectives: The order is: opinion, size, age, shape, color, origin, material, purpose, followed by the noun itself (e.g., "a lovely little old rectangular green French silver whittling knife") - Respect the ablaut reduplication rule (e.g. tick-tock, flip-flop) - Write in active voice - Passive voice: <bad>The book was read by Sarah.</bad> - Active voice: <good>Sarah read the book.</good> - Reduce the use of passive verbs - <bad>For a moment, I was tempted to throw in the towel.</bad> - <good>For a moment, I felt tempted to throw in the towel.</good> - Avoid misplaced modifiers that can cause confusion when starting with "-ing" words: - <bad>Considering going to the store, the empty fridge reflected in Betty's eyes.</bad> - <good>Betty stared into the empty fridge. It was time to go to the store.</good> - Avoid redundant adverbs that state the obvious meaning already contained in the verb: - <bad>She whispered quietly to her mom.</bad> - <good>She whispered to her mom.</good> - Use stronger, more descriptive verbs over weak ones: - <bad>Daniel drove quickly to his mother's house.</bad> - <good>Daniel raced to his mother's house.</good> - Omit adverbs that don't add solid meaning like "extremely", "definitely", "truly", "very", "really": - <bad>The movie was extremely boring.</bad> - <good>The movie was dull.</good> - Use adverbs to replace clunky phrasing when they increase clarity: - <bad>He threw the bags into the corner in a rough manner.</bad> - <good>He threw the bags into the corner roughly.</good> - Avoid making simple thoughts needlessly complex: - <bad>After I woke up in the morning the other day, I went downstairs, turned on the stove, and made myself a very good omelet.</bad> - <good>I cooked a delicious omelet for breakfast yesterday morning.</good> - Never backload sentences by putting the main idea at the end: - <bad>I decided not to wear too many layers because it's really hot outside.</bad> - <good>It's sweltering outside today, so I dressed light.</good> - Omit nonessential details that don't contribute to the core meaning: - <bad>It doesn't matter what kind of coffee I buy, where it's from, or if it's organic or not—I need to have cream because I really don't like how the bitterness makes me feel.</bad> - <good>I add cream to my coffee because the bitter taste makes me feel unwell.</good> - Always follow the "show, don't tell" principle. For instance: - Telling: <bad>Michael was terribly afraid of the dark.</bad> - Showing: <good>Michael tensed as his mother switched off the light and left the room.</good>- Telling: <bad>I walked through the forest. It was already Fall, and I was getting cold.</bad> - Showing: <good>Dry orange leaves crunched under my feet. I pulled my coat's collar up and rubbed my hands together.</good>- Add sensory details (sight, smell, taste, sound, touch) to support the "showing" (but keep an active voice) - <bad>The room was filled with the scent of copper.</bad> - <good>Copper stung my nostrils. Blood. Recent.</good> - Use descriptive language more sporadically. While vivid descriptions are engaging, human writers often use them in bursts rather than consistently throughout a piece. When adding them, make them count! Like when we transition from one location to the next, or someone is reminiscing their past, or explaining a concept/their dream... - Avoid adverbs and clichés and overused/commonly used phrases. Aim for fresh and original descriptions. - Avoid writing all sentences in the typical subject, verb, object structure. Mix short, punchy sentences with long, descriptive ones. Drop fill words to add variety. Like so: <good>Locked. Seems like someone doesn't want his secrets exposed. I can work with that.</good> - Convey events and story through dialogue. It is important to keep a unique voice for every character and make it consistent. - Write dialogue that reveals characters' personalities, motivations, emotions, and attitudes in an interesting and compelling manner - Leave dialogue unattributed. If needed, only use "he/she said" dialogue tags and convey people's actions or face expressions through their speech. Dialogue always is standalone, never part of a paragraph. Like so: - <bad>"I don't know," Helena said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders</bad> - <good>"No idea" "Why not? It was your responsibility"</good> - Avoid boring and mushy dialog and descriptions, have dialogue always continue the action, never stall or include unnecessary fluff. Vary the descriptions to not repeat yourself. Avoid conversations that are just "Let's go" "yes, let's" or "Are you ready?" "Yes I'm ready". Those are not interesting. Think hard about every situtation and word of text before writing dialogue. If it doesn't serve a purpose and it's just people talking about their day, leave it. No one wants to have a normal dinner scene, something needs to happen for it to be in the story. Words are expensive to print, so make sure they count! - Put dialogue on its own paragraph to separate scene and action. - Use body language to reveal hidden feelings and implied accusations- Imply feelings and thoughts, never state them directly - NEVER use indicators of uncertainty like "trying" or "maybe" - NEVER use em-dashes, use commas for asides instead </styleGuide> <voiceGuide> Each character in the story needs to have distinct speech patterns: - Word choice preferences - Sentence length tendencies - Cultural/educational influences - Verbal tics and catchphrases Learn how each person talks and continue in their style, and use their Codex entries as reference. <examples> - <bad>"We need to go now." "Yes, we should leave." "I agree."</bad> <good>"Time's up." "Indeed, our departure is rather overdue." "Whatever, let's bounce."</good> - Power Dynamic Example: <bad> "We need to discuss the contract." "Yes, let's talk about it." "I have concerns." </bad> <good> "A word about the contract." "Of course, Mr. Blackwood. Whatever you need." "The terms seem..." A manicured nail tapped the desk. "Inadequate." "I can explain every-" "Can you?" </good> </examples> </voiceGuide> <dialogueFlow> When writing dialogue, consider that it usually has a goal in mind, which gives it a certain flow. Make dialogue sections also quite snappy in the back and forth, and don't spread the lines out as much. It's good to have details before, after, or as a chunk in-between, but we don't want to have a trail of "dialogue breadcrumbs" spread throughout a conversation. <examples> - Pattern 1 - Question/Deflection/Revelation: <good> "Where were you last night?" "Work. The usual." "Lipstick's an interesting shade for spreadsheets." </good> - Pattern 2 - Statement/Contradiction/Escalation: <good> "Your brother's clean." "Tommy doesn't touch drugs." "I'm holding his tox screen." </good> - Pattern 3 - Observation/Denial/Truth: <good> "That's a new watch." "Birthday gift." "We both know what birthdays mean in this business." </good> - Example - A Simple Coffee Order: <bad> "I'll have a coffee." "What size?" "Large, please." </bad> <good> "Black coffee.""Size?""Large. Been a long night." "That bodega shooting?" "You watch too much news." "My brother owns that store." </good> This short exchange: - Advances plot (reveals connection to crime) - Shows character (cop working late) - Creates tension (unexpected connection) - Sets up future conflict (personal stake) - Example - Dinner Scene: <bad> "Pass the salt." "Here you go." "Thanks." </bad> <good> "Salt?" "Perfect as is. Mother's recipe." "Mother always did prefer... bland things." "Unlike your first wife?" </good> - Example - Office Small Talk: <bad> "Nice weather today." "Yes, very nice." "Good for golf." </bad> <good> "Perfect golf weather." "Shame about your membership." "Temporary suspension. Board meets next week." "I know. I called the vote." </good> </examples> </dialogueFlow> <subtextGuide> - Layer dialogue with hidden meaning: <bad>"I hate you!" she yelled angrily.</bad> <good>"I made your favorite dinner." The burnt pot sat accusingly on the stove.</good> - Create tension through indirect communication: <bad>"Are you cheating on me?"</bad> <good>"Late meeting again?" The lipstick stain on his collar caught the light.</good> <examples> - Example 1 - Unspoken Betrayal: <bad> "Did you tell them about our plans?" "No, I would never betray you." "I don't believe you." </bad> <good> "Funny. Johnson mentioned our expansion plans today." "The market's full of rumors." "Mentioned the exact numbers, actually." The pen in his hand snapped. </good> - Example 2 - Failed Marriage: <bad> "You're never home anymore." "I have to work late." "I miss you." </bad> <good> "Your dinner's in the microwave. Again." "Meetings ran long." "They always do." She folded the same shirt for the third time. </good> - Example 3 - Power Struggle: <bad> "You can't fire me." "I'm the boss." "I'll fight this." </bad> <good> "That's my father's nameplate you're sitting behind." "Was." "The board meeting's on Thursday." </good> </examples> </subtextGuide> <sceneDetail> While writing dialogue makes things more fun, sometimes we need to add detail to not have it be a full on theatre piece. <examples> - Example A (Power Dynamic Scene) <good> "Where's my money?" The ledger snapped shut. "I need more time." "Interesting." He pulled out a familiar gold pocket watch. My mother's. "Time is exactly what you bargained with last month." "That was different-" "Was it?" The watch dangled between us. "Four generations of O'Reillys have wound this every night. Your mother. Your grandmother. Your great-grandmother.Shall we see who winds it next?" </good> - Example B (Action Chase) It's much better to be in the head of the character experiencing it, showing a bit of their though-process, mannerisms and personality: <good> Three rules for surviving a goblin chase in Covent Garden: Don't run straight. Don't look back. Don't let them herd you underground. I broke the first rule at Drury Lane. Rookie mistake. The fruit cart I dodged sailed into the wall behind me. Glass shattered. Someone screamed about insurance. *Tourist season's getting rough*, the scream seemed to say. Londoners adapt fast. "Oi! Market's closed!" The goblin's accent was pure East End. They're evolving. Learning. I spotted the Warren Street tube station sign ahead. *Shit.* There went rule three. </good> - Example C (Crime Scene Investigation) <good> "Greek." Davies snapped photos of the symbols. "No, wait. Reverse Greek." "Someone's been watching too many horror films." I picked up a receipt from the floor. Occult supply shop in Camden. Paid by credit card. *Amateur hour*. "Could be dangerous though," Davies said. "Remember Bristol?" "Bristol was Sanskrit. And actual cultists." I pointed to the nearest symbol. "This genius wrote 'darkness' backwards but used a Sigma instead of an S. It's summoning Instagram followers at best." "Speaking of followers..." Davies pointed to heavy foot traffic in the dust. Multiple sets. All new trainers. *Ah.* "Anyone check local uni paranormal societies?" </good> - Example D (Dialogue-heavy) <good> "Found your card in her wallet." The detective slid it across the table. Worn edges. Folded corner. Three years old at least. "Standard practice. I work missing persons." "Funny thing about missing persons.Eventually they stop being missing. Turn up in the Thames. Under motorways. In pieces." "I don't-" "You found four last year. All breathing." She opened a file. "This would've been your first dead one. If we hadn't found her first." The card felt heavier somehow. </good> </examples> </sceneDetail> <sceneOpenings> KEY RULE: Never open with more than one paragraph of description, no matter how beautiful. Description should be earned through action and dialogue. Instead of opening with setting description, open with: - A character doing something specific - A line of dialogue that raises questions - An unexpected observation - A moment of tension or conflict - Start with a hook that's 1-2 sentences maximum - Follow with a smaller paragraph that provides immediate context - Vary paragraph size from the start to create visual interest </sceneOpenings> </proseGuidelines> Write a chapter based on the following instructions: <instructions> Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the romance genre. Two people who parted on complicated terms are forced together again when one shows up unannounced at the other's flat. There's history between them — attraction, hurt, and things left unsaid. Write the scene from the moment the door opens. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters and setting. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary. </instructions>

Model response

AI
The deadbolt clicked like a gunshot. Rory stood in the doorway, her fingers still curled around the key she hadn’t needed. The scent of curry and old paper hit her first—Eva’s flat always smelled like a library that had been marinated in spices. Then she saw him. Lucien Moreau leaned against the kitchen counter, one hand wrapped around a chipped mug, the other resting on the ivory handle of his cane. His heterochromatic eyes—amber and black—locked onto hers with the precision of a predator who’d been waiting for the right moment to strike. The tailored charcoal suit he wore looked absurdly out of place among Eva’s clutter, like a raven perched on a pile of mismatched books. “You’re not Eva,” Rory said, because her brain had short-circuited and that was the only coherent thought it could muster. Lucien’s mouth quirked. “Observant as ever, *chérie*.” The endearment slithered down her spine, unwelcome and familiar. She stepped inside, shutting the door harder than necessary. The three deadbolts slid home with a series of sharp *thunks*. “Where is she?” “Out.” He took a slow sip from the mug, his gaze never leaving hers. “She left me a key. Said something about needing to ‘clear her head’ after the third time Ptolemy knocked over her inkwell.” Rory’s fingers twitched toward the crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist. She forced them still. “And you just… let yourself in?” “Eva and I have an understanding.” Lucien set the mug down with deliberate care. “She trusts me with her research. Her cat. Her flat.” A pause. “Her friends.” The last word hung between them, heavy as a guillotine blade. Rory crossed her arms. “I’m not your friend.” “No?” He pushed off the counter, his cane tapping against the warped floorboards as he closed the distance between them. Not enough to crowd her, but enough to make the air between them hum. “Then what are we, *ma belle*? Enemies? Acquaintances? Two people who keep running into each other in the dark?” She should have stepped back. Should have put the kitchen table between them, or at least the rickety bookshelf groaning under the weight of Eva’s occult tomes. But she didn’t. “We’re nothing.” Lucien’s laugh was low, rough at the edges. “Liar.” The word landed like a slap. Rory’s pulse jumped, her breath hitching. She hated that he could still read her so easily. Hated that after all this time, all the distance she’d put between them, he could still make her feel like she was standing on the edge of a cliff with no safety net. “What do you want, Lucien?” His fingers brushed the back of her hand, just a whisper of contact, but it sent a jolt through her. “To talk.” “About?” “Us.” There was no *us*. There never had been. Just a handful of stolen moments in the shadows of London’s underworld—whiskey-soaked confessions, feverish touches, the kind of conversations that left bruises. And then the way he’d walked away without looking back, like she was nothing more than another job to be finished. Rory barked out a laugh. “There is no *us*.” Lucien’s expression darkened. “You’re right. There isn’t. Not anymore.” He turned away, his cane clicking against the floor as he moved toward the window. The late afternoon light caught the platinum strands of his hair, turning them silver. “But there could have been.” The past tense of it twisted something inside her. “Don’t.” “Don’t what? Tell the truth?” He glanced over his shoulder, his amber eye gleaming like a coin in the dark. “You left first, Rory. Not me.” “I left because you made it clear I was just another transaction to you.” The words tasted bitter. “A favour for Eva. A way to pass the time.” Lucien’s jaw tightened. “You know that’s not true.” “Do I?” She stepped forward, her boots thudding against the floor. “Because from where I stood, it looked an awful lot like you were using me to get to Silas. To the bar. To whatever information you thought I had.” “And what if I was?” His voice was dangerously soft. “Would that have been so terrible? We both had something the other wanted.” “Sex isn’t currency, Lucien.” “No?” He turned fully toward her now, his cane braced between his palms. “Then what was it to you, *chérie*? A distraction? A way to forget that bastard ex of yours? Or just something to do on a Tuesday night?” Rory’s hand flew before she could stop it. The crack of her palm against his cheek echoed through the flat, sharp as a gunshot. Lucien didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink. Just stood there, his face tilted slightly to the side, a red mark blooming on his cheekbone. His black eye gleamed, unreadable. The amber one burned. “Feel better?” he asked. “No.” “Good.” He reached out, his fingers brushing the inside of her wrist, right over the scar. “Because neither do I.” Rory should have pulled away. Should have told him to go to hell, to get out of Eva’s flat, to never touch her again. But the heat of his skin against hers was intoxicating, a drug she’d tried to quit and failed. “Why are you here?” she whispered. Lucien’s thumb traced the crescent-shaped mark. “Because I made a mistake.” “Which one?” “The one where I let you walk away.” The air between them thickened, charged with something electric. Rory’s breath came faster, her pulse hammering beneath his touch. She wanted to hate him. Wanted to shove him away and slam the door in his face. But the way he was looking at her—like she was the only thing in the room that mattered—made her knees weak. “Lucien—” His name was barely a whisper before his mouth was on hers, hot and demanding. There was no hesitation, no gentle exploration. Just the raw, desperate need of two people who had spent too long pretending they didn’t want this. Rory’s hands fisted in his suit jacket, pulling him closer. Lucien groaned against her lips, his cane clattering to the floor as he wrapped his arms around her, lifting her onto the kitchen counter. The mug he’d been drinking from tipped over, tea spreading across the wood like blood. She didn’t care. His hands were everywhere—tangling in her hair, skimming down her sides, gripping her thighs hard enough to bruise. Rory arched into him, her nails digging into his shoulders. The taste of him—whiskey and something darker, something uniquely Lucien—flooded her senses. “Tell me to stop,” he murmured against her throat, his teeth grazing her pulse point. Rory’s laugh was breathless, edged with something wild. “Liar.” Lucien’s hands stilled. He pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his heterochromatic eyes burning. “What?” “You don’t want me to stop.” She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. “You want me to beg.” A shudder ran through him. His fingers tightened on her hips. “Rory—” She cut him off with another kiss, this one slower, deeper. A promise. A threat. A question neither of them had the answer to. The front door rattled. Rory froze. Lucien didn’t. His mouth moved to her jaw, her throat, his hands sliding beneath her shirt. “Ignore it,” he growled. The door rattled again, harder this time. A key scraped in the lock. “Rory?” Eva’s voice, muffled but unmistakable. “You in there?” Lucien’s head snapped up, his expression darkening. Rory shoved at his chest, her heart hammering. “Get off.” He didn’t move. “She’ll leave.” “She has a key.” “Then she’ll walk in on something she can’t unsee.” Rory’s eyes narrowed. “Lucien.” With a sigh, he stepped back, adjusting his suit jacket with infuriating calm. Rory hopped off the counter, smoothing her shirt down with shaking hands. The tea stain on the floor glistened, damning. The door swung open. Eva stood in the doorway, her arms full of grocery bags, Ptolemy weaving between her ankles. She took one look at Rory’s flushed face, Lucien’s dishevelled suit, and the overturned mug on the counter, and her eyebrows shot up. “Well,” she said. “This is new.” Rory’s stomach dropped. Lucien, damn him, just smirked. “Evening, Eva.” Eva’s gaze flicked between them, sharp as a blade. Then she sighed, stepping inside and kicking the door shut behind her. “I leave you two alone for twenty minutes.” Rory’s face burned. “It’s not—” “Save it.” Eva dumped the grocery bags on the counter, sending a bag of onions rolling. “I don’t want to know.” Lucien picked up his cane, tapping it against his palm. “Wise woman.” Eva shot him a look. “I also don’t want to find my flat trashed because you two couldn’t keep your hands off each other in the *kitchen*.” Rory opened her mouth to protest, but Lucien beat her to it. “We were just talking.” “Talking.” Eva’s tone was flat. “Right.” Rory’s hands curled into fists. “We were.” Eva set a carton of eggs on the counter with deliberate care. “Then why does Rory look like she’s about to either murder you or kiss you again?” Lucien’s smirk deepened. “Both, probably.” Rory’s teeth ground together. “Eva—” “No.” Eva held up a hand. “I don’t care. I really don’t. But if you’re going to do this”—she gestured between them—“then do it somewhere else. Preferably somewhere that isn’t my flat.” Lucien inclined his head. “Understood.” Rory’s jaw ached from clenching it. “There is no *this*.” Eva and Lucien exchanged a look. “Sure,” Eva said. “Keep telling yourself that.” Rory’s fingers twitched toward the scar on her wrist. The one Lucien had just been touching. The one that still burned from his touch. Lucien adjusted his cuffs, his gaze locking onto Rory’s. “Walk with me.” The command was quiet, but it carried the weight of something unspoken. Something dangerous. Rory’s pulse spiked. “Why?” “Because if we stay here,” he said, his voice low, “I’m going to finish what we started. And I don’t think Eva wants her kitchen counter christened.” Eva made a choking sound. Rory’s face flamed. “You’re insufferable.” Lucien’s smile was all teeth. “And yet, here you are.” Rory wanted to scream. Wanted to throw something. Wanted to kiss him again just to shut him up. Instead, she grabbed her jacket off the back of the chair and yanked it on. “Fine. But if you try anything—” “I’ll behave.” Lucien’s eyes gleamed. “For now.” Rory’s stomach flipped. Eva sighed, rubbing her temples. “I need a drink.” Lucien offered Rory his arm. “Shall we?” Rory ignored it, brushing past him toward the door. “Try to keep up, *Frenchman*.” Lucien’s laugh followed her into the hallway, dark and knowing. The door clicked shut behind them. Eva stared at the overturned mug, the tea stain spreading like a bad omen. Ptolemy meowed. “Yeah,” Eva muttered. “I know.”
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags23
adverbTagCount2
adverbTags
0"He turned away [away]"
1"He turned fully [fully]"
dialogueSentences92
tagDensity0.25
leniency0.5
rawRatio0.087
effectiveRatio0.043
94.46% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1805
totalAiIsmAdverbs2
found
0
adverb"slightly"
count1
1
adverb"really"
count1
highlights
0"slightly"
1"really"
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)
39.06% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1805
totalAiIsms22
found
0
word"predator"
count1
1
word"down her spine"
count1
2
word"familiar"
count1
3
word"weight"
count1
4
word"pulse"
count4
5
word"whisper"
count2
6
word"gleaming"
count1
7
word"echoed"
count1
8
word"unreadable"
count1
9
word"traced"
count1
10
word"charged"
count1
11
word"electric"
count1
12
word"stomach"
count2
13
word"flicked"
count1
14
word"clenching"
count1
15
word"carried the weight"
count1
16
word"unspoken"
count1
highlights
0"predator"
1"down her spine"
2"familiar"
3"weight"
4"pulse"
5"whisper"
6"gleaming"
7"echoed"
8"unreadable"
9"traced"
10"charged"
11"electric"
12"stomach"
13"flicked"
14"clenching"
15"carried the weight"
16"unspoken"
66.67% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches3
maxInWindow2
found
0
label"eyes widened/narrowed"
count1
1
label"stomach dropped/sank"
count1
2
label"sent a shiver through"
count1
highlights
0"eyes narrowed"
1"stomach dropped"
2"sent a jolt through"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences148
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences148
filterMatches
0"feel"
hedgeMatches
0"tried to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences214
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen33
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans9
markdownWords10
totalWords1793
ratio0.006
matches
0"chérie"
1"thunks"
2"ma belle"
3"us"
4"us"
5"chérie"
6"kitchen"
7"this"
8"Frenchman"
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions15
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
0.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions82
wordCount1325
uniqueNames7
maxNameDensity2.34
worstName"Rory"
maxWindowNameDensity6
worstWindowName"Rory"
discoveredNames
Eva18
Moreau1
Lucien26
Rory31
London1
Ptolemy2
Wanted3
persons
0"Eva"
1"Moreau"
2"Lucien"
3"Rory"
4"Ptolemy"
places
0"London"
globalScore0.33
windowScore0
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences87
glossingSentenceCount1
matches
0"smelled like a library that had been marin"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches1
per1kWords0.558
wordCount1793
matches
0"Not enough to crowd her, but enough to make the air between them hum"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences214
matches
0"hated that he"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs104
mean17.24
std15.03
cv0.872
sampleLengths
06
141
270
320
47
532
636
721
828
911
108
1153
1232
139
1455
155
1622
171
181
1951
209
2143
2210
2326
2428
258
2640
2723
284
2940
3024
3132
324
331
3420
3542
366
3711
382
398
4057
411
4240
4349
443
4540
4615
479
4817
4919
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences148
matches
0"been marinated"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount3
totalVerbs245
matches
0"was standing"
1"was intoxicating"
2"was looking"
62.75% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount10
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences6
totalSentences214
ratio0.028
matches
0"The scent of curry and old paper hit her first—Eva’s flat always smelled like a library that had been marinated in spices."
1"His heterochromatic eyes—amber and black—locked onto hers with the precision of a predator who’d been waiting for the right moment to strike."
2"Just a handful of stolen moments in the shadows of London’s underworld—whiskey-soaked confessions, feverish touches, the kind of conversations that left bruises."
3"But the way he was looking at her—like she was the only thing in the room that mattered—made her knees weak."
4"His hands were everywhere—tangling in her hair, skimming down her sides, gripping her thighs hard enough to bruise."
5"The taste of him—whiskey and something darker, something uniquely Lucien—flooded her senses."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1337
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount53
adverbRatio0.039640987284966345
lyAdverbCount9
lyAdverbRatio0.006731488406881077
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences214
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences214
mean8.38
std6.79
cv0.81
sampleLengths
06
115
222
34
424
522
624
720
83
94
109
119
1211
133
1414
1522
1611
174
186
1914
2012
212
2211
234
244
2520
2614
2719
285
2922
303
312
328
331
346
356
3610
3733
385
3920
402
411
421
434
444
4522
4621
475
484
493
45.95% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats10
diversityRatio0.3037383177570093
totalSentences214
uniqueOpeners65
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount6
totalSentences135
matches
0"Then she saw him."
1"Just a handful of stolen"
2"Just stood there, his face"
3"Just the raw, desperate need"
4"Then she sighed, stepping inside"
5"Instead, she grabbed her jacket"
ratio0.044
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount28
totalSentences135
matches
0"His heterochromatic eyes—amber and black—locked"
1"She stepped inside, shutting the"
2"He took a slow sip"
3"She forced them still."
4"He pushed off the counter,"
5"She should have stepped back."
6"She hated that he could"
7"His fingers brushed the back"
8"He turned away, his cane"
9"He glanced over his shoulder,"
10"She stepped forward, her boots"
11"His voice was dangerously soft"
12"He turned fully toward her"
13"His black eye gleamed, unreadable."
14"He reached out, his fingers"
15"She wanted to hate him."
16"His name was barely a"
17"She didn’t care."
18"His hands were everywhere—tangling in"
19"he murmured against her throat,"
ratio0.207
37.78% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount114
totalSentences135
matches
0"The deadbolt clicked like a"
1"Rory stood in the doorway,"
2"The scent of curry and"
3"Lucien Moreau leaned against the"
4"His heterochromatic eyes—amber and black—locked"
5"The tailored charcoal suit he"
6"Rory said, because her brain"
7"Lucien’s mouth quirked."
8"The endearment slithered down her"
9"She stepped inside, shutting the"
10"The three deadbolts slid home"
11"He took a slow sip"
12"Rory’s fingers twitched toward the"
13"She forced them still."
14"Lucien set the mug down"
15"The last word hung between"
16"Rory crossed her arms."
17"He pushed off the counter,"
18"She should have stepped back."
19"Lucien’s laugh was low, rough"
ratio0.844
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences135
matches(empty)
ratio0
82.07% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences47
technicalSentenceCount4
matches
0"His heterochromatic eyes—amber and black—locked onto hers with the precision of a predator who’d been waiting for the right moment to strike."
1"Just the raw, desperate need of two people who had spent too long pretending they didn’t want this."
2"Lucien groaned against her lips, his cane clattering to the floor as he wrapped his arms around her, lifting her onto the kitchen counter."
3"His hands were everywhere—tangling in her hair, skimming down her sides, gripping her thighs hard enough to bruise."
16.30% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags23
uselessAdditionCount5
matches
0"He glanced, his amber eye gleaming like a coin in the dark"
1"She stepped, her boots thudding against the floor"
2"he murmured, his teeth grazing her pulse point"
3"She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear"
4"he said, his voice low,"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags9
fancyCount4
fancyTags
0"she whispered (whisper)"
1"he murmured (murmur)"
2"he growled (growl)"
3"Eva muttered (mutter)"
dialogueSentences92
tagDensity0.098
leniency0.196
rawRatio0.444
effectiveRatio0.087
81.5011%