Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY7ZSQPSCG59PC1YJFQ4KPH

Run Details

Duration:
25.9s
Cost:
$0.001801
Provider:
xAI

Model input

System
You are an expert novelist with a gift for vivid, immersive prose. You write in tight third-person limited point of view with a strong narrative voice. Your prose is clean, precise, and engaging — you favor strong verbs, concrete details, and natural-sounding dialogue. You will be given a story bible (codex) containing canonical details about characters, locations, items, and lore. Use these details to ground your writing in the established world. Stay consistent with the codex. Write only the prose of the scene. Do not include titles, chapter headings, markdown formatting, or any commentary before or after the scene.
User/Human
<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="4418" name="Nyx" aliases="Nyx, the Shadow, Nightwhisper" pronouns="they/them" species="Shade" storyRole="Wild Card"> <eyeColor>faintly glowing violet</eyeColor> <height>approximately 6'2" in solid form</height> <age>ageless</age> <form>humanoid silhouette of living shadow, can shift between solid and incorporeal</form> <voice>sounds like a whisper carried on the wind</voice> <description>A being of living shadow, existing between the mortal plane and the spaces between realms.</description> <backstory>Nyx was once a human sorcerer named Aldric who became trapped between realms during a failed summoning ritual in 1643. They now exist as a Shade, bound to the mortal plane but able to slip between shadows.</backstory> </character> <character id="4424" name="Isolde Varga" aliases="Isolde, the Seer" pronouns="she/her" species="Half-Fae" storyRole="Oracle"> <eyeColor>pale lavender</eyeColor> <hair>silver, reaching her waist</hair> <height>5'5"</height> <age>300 years old</age> <appearance>ethereal, ageless</appearance> <speech>speaks in riddles</speech> <footprints>leaves no footprints when she walks</footprints> <compulsion>cannot lie (Fae compulsion) but can mislead</compulsion> <description>A Half-Fae seer exiled from the Fae Courts for sharing visions with mortals.</description> <backstory>She now lives in a hidden grove in Richmond Park, offering cryptic prophecies to those who seek her out.</backstory> </character> <location id="853" name="Dymas (Gluttony)" aliases="Dymas, gluttony, Dymasian" realm="Hel" sin="Gluttony"> <ruler>Prince Belphegor</ruler> <skyColor>warm amber</skyColor> <description>A place of excess and indulgence. Sprawling vineyards, orchards, and gardens provide exotic ingredients for master chefs — often helbound souls contracted from Earth. Grand feasts and culinary competitions are common.</description> </location> <location id="861" name="The Fae Grove" aliases="Isolde's grove, Richmond grove, the Grove" realm="Earth (Fae-touched)"> <parkLocation>Richmond Park</parkLocation> <standingStones>ancient oak standing stones mark the boundary</standingStones> <timeBehavior>time moves differently — an hour inside can be minutes or days outside</timeBehavior> <flora>wildflowers bloom year-round</flora> <description>A hidden clearing that exists in a pocket between Earth and the Fae realm.</description> </location> <item id="2001" name="Heartstone Pendant" aliases="the pendant, Heartstone" type="Artifact" origin="Dymas"> <gemstoneColor>deep crimson</gemstoneColor> <chainMaterial>silver chain</chainMaterial> <size>roughly the size of a thumbnail</size> <behavior>pulses faintly with warmth when near a Hel portal</behavior> <glow>faint inner glow</glow> <description>Given to Aurora by an unknown benefactor.</description> </item> <item id="2006" name="Fae-Forged Blade" aliases="the Fae blade, Isolde's gift" type="Weapon" origin="The Fae Courts"> <material>moonsilver</material> <shape>slender, leaf-shaped dagger</shape> <temperature>always cold to the touch</temperature> <glow>faintly luminescent in moonlight</glow> <power>can cut through magical wards; particularly effective against demons</power> <givenTo>given to Aurora by Isolde as a gift</givenTo> <description>A weapon of the Fae Courts, rare and highly coveted.</description> </item> <lore id="7001" name="The Veil" aliases="the Veil, the Barrier, the Boundary" category="Cosmology"> <solsticeEffect>weakens during the winter solstice, strengthens during the summer solstice</solsticeEffect> <appearance>faint shimmering distortion visible only to those with supernatural sight</appearance> <monitoring>rift points (tears in the Veil) are monitored by the Wardens</monitoring> <description>The Veil is the metaphysical barrier separating Earth from Hel and the Fae Realms.</description> </lore> </codex> Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the fantasy genre. A small group enters an ancient, otherworldly place for the first time. The environment is alien and wondrous. Describe their exploration — what they see, hear, and feel as they move deeper. Include moments of discovery, unease, and wonder. Let the world-building emerge through the characters' experience rather than exposition. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters, setting, and lore. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary.

Model response

AI
Aurora's fingers tightened around the Heartstone Pendant, its deep crimson core throbbing like a second heartbeat against her palm. The silver chain had warmed to match her skin, no longer the cool talisman she'd clutched through the twisting paths of Richmond Park. Beside her, Isolde whispered a riddle into the wind-swept leaves of the ancient oaks that ringed the grove—"What binds the feast to the famine, the vine to the void?"—her silver hair catching the fractured light filtering through the canopy. Nyx, a silhouette of writhing shadow at Rory's other side, said nothing, but their faintly glowing violet eyes pulsed in sync with the pendant's rhythm. The air in the Fae Grove hummed with an unnatural charge, wildflowers blooming in defiant bursts of color despite the encroaching dusk. Time here bent like a reed in a stream; what felt like minutes of Isolde's cryptic guidance had stretched the shadows outside the grove to full night. Rory glanced at the standing stones, their bark-etched surfaces shimmering with that faint distortion—the Veil, she knew now, after Isolde's veiled explanations. It was thinning, or perhaps the pendant was prying it open like a reluctant door. "Ready?" Rory asked, her voice steady despite the knot in her stomach. At twenty-five, she'd faced down worse than whispers of the other side: an abusive ex, a fledgling escape to London, the grind of deliveries for Golden Empress. But this? Crossing into Hel itself, chasing rumors of a way to sever Nyx's tether to the mortal plane? It felt like stepping off a ledge. Nyx's form solidified just enough to nod, their whisper-voice carrying on the breeze like distant thunder. "The shadows call us forward. We follow or we fade." Isolde's pale lavender eyes gleamed, her ethereal frame leaving no imprint on the mossy ground. "The path unwinds where hunger meets the heart's desire. Step, and the grove steps with you." Rory pressed the pendant to the nearest stone. Heat bloomed, sharp and insistent, and the Veil tore—a shimmering rift yawning wide, exhaling a scent of overripe fruit and smoldering spices. Beyond lay not the familiar chill of London fog, but a warm amber glow that painted the edges of the tear in hues of molten honey. Heart pounding, Rory stepped through first, the others close behind. The transition hit like plunging into sun-warmed syrup. The grove's crisp autumn bite vanished, replaced by a humid embrace that clung to her skin, sweet and cloying. Rory blinked against the sudden brightness, her bright blue eyes adjusting to the amber sky above—a vast dome streaked with lazy clouds that drifted like spilled caramel. No sun pierced it directly; the light seemed to emanate from everywhere and nowhere, casting long, indulgent shadows over rolling hills blanketed in emerald vines heavy with fruit. "What in the hells..." Rory murmured, her boots sinking into soil so rich it squelched like fresh dough. She was in a vineyard, but not like any she'd delivered packages past in the Welsh countryside. Grapes the size of fists dangled from trellises woven from living wood, their skins a riot of purples, golds, and impossible blues, pulsing faintly as if alive. She reached out, brushing one; it yielded like velvet, releasing a burst of aroma—honeyed wine laced with something darker, like charred vanilla. Nyx materialized fully beside her, their tall frame—six-foot-two of humanoid shadow—rippling as they inhaled deeply. "Dymas," they whispered, violet eyes widening. "Gluttony's heart. I taste the excess on the wind." Isolde glided forward without a sound, her waist-length silver hair swaying as if underwater. She plucked a grape and held it to the light, where it refracted the amber sky into tiny rainbows. "The fruit that feeds the soul starves the spirit. Eat if you dare, wanderer." Rory shook her head, wiping her hand on her jeans. Cool-headed as she was, the temptation tugged at her—a delivery girl's perpetual hunger after long shifts, amplified here into something primal. But unease prickled her scar, the small crescent on her left wrist itching like a warning. "We didn't come for a picnic. The pendant brought us here for a reason. Let's move." They pressed deeper, the vineyard giving way to orchards where trees twisted in baroque shapes, branches laden with pears that shimmered like opals and apples veined with gold. The air thrummed with distant sounds: laughter echoing like wind chimes, the clatter of silverware on stone, a low hum of voices raised in song. Rory's heartstone pendant cooled slightly now, its pulse steadying, as if satisfied with their crossing. A path of crushed petal-stones wound ahead, leading toward a rise. As they crested it, the land unfolded in breathtaking excess. Below sprawled gardens of impossible scale—hedges sculpted into thrones and labyrinths, flowerbeds bursting with blooms that sang softly when brushed by the breeze. At the center loomed a grand pavilion, its silken banners fluttering in a breeze that carried scents of roasting meats, caramelized sugars, and exotic spices Rory couldn't name. Tables groaned under the weight of feasts: platters of glistening seafood from seas that never existed on Earth, pastries layered with creams that defied gravity, wines flowing from fountains carved like reclining nudes. Figures moved among it all—helbound souls, their forms translucent in places, dressed in finery that shifted colors with every step. Chefs in towering hats barked orders, flames leaping from hearths without wood, while competitors sliced through haunches of meat with blades that sang like violins. One soul, a burly man with eyes like polished onyx, paused mid-carve to grin at Rory's group, his voice booming. "Newcomers! Join the revelry—Prince Belphegor's board is ever open!" Rory's stomach twisted, a mix of awe and revulsion. The wonder hit first: the sheer abundance, colors so vivid they seemed to leap from the canvas of the world, sounds layering into a symphony of indulgence. She felt alive, every sense heightened—the warmth of the amber light soaking into her bones, the faint stickiness of the air like a lover's breath. But unease crept in, slithering like the shadows Nyx cast. These souls weren't free; their laughter rang hollow, eyes glazed with eternal craving. How many had bartered their afterlives for this endless feast? Nyx tensed, their form flickering incorporeal for a heartbeat. "The shadows here are thick with want. They whisper of chains forged in pleasure." Their whisper grew urgent as they pointed to a cluster of vines nearby. "Look—there." Rory followed their gaze. Amid the greenery, half-hidden, stood a pedestal of dark marble, topped by a cluster of fruit that glowed with an inner crimson light, mirroring her pendant. She approached cautiously, the Fae-Forged Blade at her belt humming coldly against her hip, its moonsilver blade itching to be drawn. The air around the pedestal thickened, heavy with the scent of bloodwine. Isolde circled it, her lavender eyes narrowing. "The heart that beats in stone seeks its twin. Touch, and the gluttony awakens." Rory hesitated, then extended the pendant. The gemstones resonated, a low thrum vibrating through her wrist. The fruits on the pedestal quivered, splitting open to reveal not seeds, but tiny, wriggling shadows—miniature imps that spilled out, chittering with tiny voices. "More! Feed us more!" They skittered across the marble, nipping at the air. Unease surged into alarm. Rory snatched the pendant back, slashing with the Fae blade on instinct. The cold edge sliced through the nearest imp, its form dissolving into wisps of smoke that reeked of sour milk. The others scattered into the vines, their laughter echoing mockingly. Nyx lunged forward, shadows coiling from their hands to ensnare the fleeing creatures, but several slipped away, vanishing into the undergrowth. "Demons of excess," Nyx hissed. "They multiply on indulgence. This place... it feeds on the Veil's tears." The disturbance drew eyes from the pavilion. A few souls wandered closer, their expressions shifting from curiosity to hunger. One woman, her gown dripping with jewel-like dew, licked her lips. "Fresh meat? Or fresh company? Come, taste the prince's bounty—it erases all regrets." Rory's pulse raced, her out-of-the-box mind whirring. They couldn't fight a horde here; the air itself seemed to thicken with temptation, her mouth watering unbidden at the nearby aromas. "We need to go deeper. The pendant's still warm—there's something else." Isolde nodded, her voice a riddle laced with urgency. "Where vines entwine with the abyss, the shadow finds its key. Follow the amber vein." They veered from the path, plunging into a denser thicket where the orchard merged with wilder growth. Thorny brambles parted before Nyx's shadowy touch, revealing a ravine cloaked in mist. Below, a river of liquid gold flowed, its surface bubbling with chunks of what looked like candied fruits. The hum grew louder here—voices chanting in a tongue that twisted Rory's thoughts, promising satiation beyond imagining. As they descended a crumbling stair of petrified vines, wonder resurfaced amid the dread. Glowing fungi lit their way, pulsing in rhythms that matched Rory's heartbeat. Birds with feathers of iridescent silk perched on branches, trilling melodies that evoked half-remembered feasts from childhood—her mother's Welsh lamb stew, her father's stories over pints. But the unease gnawed deeper; Nyx's form wavered, their violet eyes dimming as if the gluttony's pull diluted their essence. Halfway down, discovery struck. Embedded in the ravine wall, half-buried in loam, gleamed a shard of obsidian etched with runes. Rory knelt, brushing soil away. It matched the lore Isolde had hinted at—a key to unbound realms, perhaps the one to free Nyx. The pendant flared hot, illuminating the shard's surface: a map of sorts, veins of amber tracing paths through Dymas to darker heartlands. "Here," Rory breathed, pocketing it carefully. The blade at her side chilled further, a warning against lingering. But the river below stirred. From its depths rose a shape— a colossal serpent of scaled fruit, eyes like ripening berries, mouth gaping to reveal rows of pearl teeth. Its coils churned the golden flow, splashing droplets that sizzled on the stone. "Intruders in the prince's pantry," it rumbled, voice like grinding gravel and honey. "Share your secrets, or become the feast." Panic flared, but Rory's quick thinking kicked in. "Nyx—shadows!" She drew the Fae blade, its luminescent edge cutting the mist as moonlight would. Nyx dissolved into tendrils, weaving around the serpent's form, while Isolde murmured, "The serpent swallows its tail, yet hungers anew—blind it with what it craves." Rory hurled a handful of nearby fruit into the beast's maw. It bit down, exploding in a spray of juice, but the distraction worked. Nyx solidified behind it, shadows lashing like whips, binding the coils. The serpent thrashed, the ravine shaking, but Rory lunged, the blade plunging true into its underbelly. It burst in a torrent of pulp and ichor, the river foaming wildly before calming to a sluggish flow. Panting, Rory wiped the blade on her sleeve, the cold metal grounding her. The group pressed on, deeper into the amber-lit wilds, the shard's weight a promise amid the peril. Dymas unfolded around them—wondrous in its lavish decay, alien in its endless call to consume. Yet with each step, Rory felt the Veil's echo, a reminder that boundaries, once crossed, reshaped everything. The air grew thicker, the feasts louder in the distance, but the path ahead beckoned with shadows of release.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags10
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences24
tagDensity0.417
leniency0.833
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
86.90% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1909
totalAiIsmAdverbs5
found
0
adverb"slightly"
count1
1
adverb"softly"
count1
2
adverb"cautiously"
count1
3
adverb"coldly"
count1
4
adverb"carefully"
count1
highlights
0"slightly"
1"softly"
2"cautiously"
3"coldly"
4"carefully"
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)
0.00% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1909
totalAiIsms40
found
0
word"fractured"
count1
1
word"pulsed"
count1
2
word"etched"
count2
3
word"stomach"
count2
4
word"whisper"
count3
5
word"desire"
count1
6
word"familiar"
count1
7
word"chill"
count1
8
word"pounding"
count1
9
word"velvet"
count1
10
word"shimmered"
count1
11
word"echoing"
count2
12
word"pulse"
count2
13
word"loomed"
count1
14
word"weight"
count2
15
word"glistening"
count1
16
word"symphony"
count1
17
word"warmth"
count1
18
word"marble"
count2
19
word"resonated"
count1
20
word"quivered"
count1
21
word"raced"
count1
22
word"silk"
count1
23
word"wavered"
count1
24
word"tracing"
count1
25
word"chilled"
count1
26
word"depths"
count1
27
word"churned"
count1
28
word"maw"
count1
29
word"peril"
count1
30
word"echo"
count1
31
word"reminder"
count1
highlights
0"fractured"
1"pulsed"
2"etched"
3"stomach"
4"whisper"
5"desire"
6"familiar"
7"chill"
8"pounding"
9"velvet"
10"shimmered"
11"echoing"
12"pulse"
13"loomed"
14"weight"
15"glistening"
16"symphony"
17"warmth"
18"marble"
19"resonated"
20"quivered"
21"raced"
22"silk"
23"wavered"
24"tracing"
25"chilled"
26"depths"
27"churned"
28"maw"
29"peril"
30"echo"
31"reminder"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches0
maxInWindow0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells1
narrationSentences106
matches
0"d with urgency"
88.95% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount3
narrationSentences106
filterMatches
0"wonder"
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences119
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen40
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1872
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions12
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
75.51% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions73
wordCount1678
uniqueNames21
maxNameDensity1.49
worstName"Rory"
maxWindowNameDensity2.5
worstWindowName"Rory"
discoveredNames
Heartstone1
Pendant1
Richmond1
Park1
Isolde9
Rory25
Fae4
Grove1
Veil3
London2
Golden1
Empress1
Hel1
Nyx13
Welsh2
Earth1
Fae-Forged1
Blade1
Unease1
Dymas2
Panic1
persons
0"Pendant"
1"Isolde"
2"Rory"
3"Veil"
4"Nyx"
5"Blade"
6"Unease"
7"Panic"
places
0"Richmond"
1"Park"
2"Fae"
3"Grove"
4"London"
5"Hel"
6"Welsh"
globalScore0.755
windowScore0.833
72.68% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences97
glossingSentenceCount3
matches
0"felt like minutes of Isolde's cryptic g"
1"felt like stepping off a ledge"
2"looked like candied fruits"
93.16% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches2
per1kWords1.068
wordCount1872
matches
0"not the familiar chill of London fog, but a warm amber glow"
1"not seeds, but tiny, wriggling shadows"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences119
matches(empty)
72.53% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs32
mean58.5
std23.63
cv0.404
sampleLengths
0106
186
265
326
431
566
682
784
830
947
1063
1168
12105
1374
1494
1537
1663
1721
1853
1946
2038
2143
2240
2324
2465
2572
2665
2717
2862
2948
3070
3181
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences106
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount2
totalVerbs290
matches
0"was thinning, was prying"
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount20
semicolonCount6
flaggedSentences21
totalSentences119
ratio0.176
matches
0"Beside her, Isolde whispered a riddle into the wind-swept leaves of the ancient oaks that ringed the grove—\"What binds the feast to the famine, the vine to the void?\"—her silver hair catching the fractured light filtering through the canopy."
1"Time here bent like a reed in a stream; what felt like minutes of Isolde's cryptic guidance had stretched the shadows outside the grove to full night."
2"Rory glanced at the standing stones, their bark-etched surfaces shimmering with that faint distortion—the Veil, she knew now, after Isolde's veiled explanations."
3"Heat bloomed, sharp and insistent, and the Veil tore—a shimmering rift yawning wide, exhaling a scent of overripe fruit and smoldering spices."
4"Rory blinked against the sudden brightness, her bright blue eyes adjusting to the amber sky above—a vast dome streaked with lazy clouds that drifted like spilled caramel."
5"No sun pierced it directly; the light seemed to emanate from everywhere and nowhere, casting long, indulgent shadows over rolling hills blanketed in emerald vines heavy with fruit."
6"She reached out, brushing one; it yielded like velvet, releasing a burst of aroma—honeyed wine laced with something darker, like charred vanilla."
7"Nyx materialized fully beside her, their tall frame—six-foot-two of humanoid shadow—rippling as they inhaled deeply."
8"Cool-headed as she was, the temptation tugged at her—a delivery girl's perpetual hunger after long shifts, amplified here into something primal."
9"Below sprawled gardens of impossible scale—hedges sculpted into thrones and labyrinths, flowerbeds bursting with blooms that sang softly when brushed by the breeze."
10"Figures moved among it all—helbound souls, their forms translucent in places, dressed in finery that shifted colors with every step."
11"She felt alive, every sense heightened—the warmth of the amber light soaking into her bones, the faint stickiness of the air like a lover's breath."
12"These souls weren't free; their laughter rang hollow, eyes glazed with eternal craving."
13"The fruits on the pedestal quivered, splitting open to reveal not seeds, but tiny, wriggling shadows—miniature imps that spilled out, chittering with tiny voices."
14"They couldn't fight a horde here; the air itself seemed to thicken with temptation, her mouth watering unbidden at the nearby aromas."
15"The hum grew louder here—voices chanting in a tongue that twisted Rory's thoughts, promising satiation beyond imagining."
16"Birds with feathers of iridescent silk perched on branches, trilling melodies that evoked half-remembered feasts from childhood—her mother's Welsh lamb stew, her father's stories over pints."
17"But the unease gnawed deeper; Nyx's form wavered, their violet eyes dimming as if the gluttony's pull diluted their essence."
18"It matched the lore Isolde had hinted at—a key to unbound realms, perhaps the one to free Nyx."
19"From its depths rose a shape— a colossal serpent of scaled fruit, eyes like ripening berries, mouth gaping to reveal rows of pearl teeth."
20"Dymas unfolded around them—wondrous in its lavish decay, alien in its endless call to consume."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1709
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount47
adverbRatio0.027501462843768285
lyAdverbCount14
lyAdverbRatio0.008191925102399064
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences119
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences119
mean15.73
std7.28
cv0.463
sampleLengths
019
123
239
325
422
527
622
715
812
927
102
1117
127
1316
1410
1515
1616
178
1822
1926
2010
218
2219
2327
2428
2518
2617
2727
2822
2915
306
319
3214
3319
3414
3510
3621
3716
3816
3928
4025
4115
4211
4310
4423
4528
4633
4720
4825
4920
72.27% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats4
diversityRatio0.453781512605042
totalSentences119
uniqueOpeners54
0.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount0
totalSentences104
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount19
totalSentences104
matches
0"It was thinning, or perhaps"
1"It felt like stepping off"
2"She was in a vineyard,"
3"She reached out, brushing one;"
4"they whispered, violet eyes widening"
5"She plucked a grape and"
6"They pressed deeper, the vineyard"
7"She felt alive, every sense"
8"Their whisper grew urgent as"
9"She approached cautiously, the Fae-Forged"
10"They skittered across the marble,"
11"They couldn't fight a horde"
12"They veered from the path,"
13"It matched the lore Isolde"
14"Its coils churned the golden"
15"it rumbled, voice like grinding"
16"She drew the Fae blade,"
17"It bit down, exploding in"
18"It burst in a torrent"
ratio0.183
89.81% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount77
totalSentences104
matches
0"Aurora's fingers tightened around the"
1"The silver chain had warmed"
2"Nyx, a silhouette of writhing"
3"The air in the Fae"
4"Rory glanced at the standing"
5"It was thinning, or perhaps"
6"Rory asked, her voice steady"
7"It felt like stepping off"
8"Nyx's form solidified just enough"
9"Isolde's pale lavender eyes gleamed,"
10"Rory pressed the pendant to"
11"Heat bloomed, sharp and insistent,"
12"Heart pounding, Rory stepped through"
13"The transition hit like plunging"
14"The grove's crisp autumn bite"
15"Rory blinked against the sudden"
16"Rory murmured, her boots sinking"
17"She was in a vineyard,"
18"Grapes the size of fists"
19"She reached out, brushing one;"
ratio0.74
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences104
matches(empty)
ratio0
0.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences79
technicalSentenceCount19
matches
0"Beside her, Isolde whispered a riddle into the wind-swept leaves of the ancient oaks that ringed the grove—\"What binds the feast to the famine, the vine to the …"
1"Beyond lay not the familiar chill of London fog, but a warm amber glow that painted the edges of the tear in hues of molten honey."
2"The grove's crisp autumn bite vanished, replaced by a humid embrace that clung to her skin, sweet and cloying."
3"Rory blinked against the sudden brightness, her bright blue eyes adjusting to the amber sky above—a vast dome streaked with lazy clouds that drifted like spille…"
4"Grapes the size of fists dangled from trellises woven from living wood, their skins a riot of purples, golds, and impossible blues, pulsing faintly as if alive."
5"Isolde glided forward without a sound, her waist-length silver hair swaying as if underwater."
6"They pressed deeper, the vineyard giving way to orchards where trees twisted in baroque shapes, branches laden with pears that shimmered like opals and apples v…"
7"Rory's heartstone pendant cooled slightly now, its pulse steadying, as if satisfied with their crossing."
8"Below sprawled gardens of impossible scale—hedges sculpted into thrones and labyrinths, flowerbeds bursting with blooms that sang softly when brushed by the bre…"
9"At the center loomed a grand pavilion, its silken banners fluttering in a breeze that carried scents of roasting meats, caramelized sugars, and exotic spices Ro…"
10"Tables groaned under the weight of feasts: platters of glistening seafood from seas that never existed on Earth, pastries layered with creams that defied gravit…"
11"Figures moved among it all—helbound souls, their forms translucent in places, dressed in finery that shifted colors with every step."
12"Chefs in towering hats barked orders, flames leaping from hearths without wood, while competitors sliced through haunches of meat with blades that sang like vio…"
13"Amid the greenery, half-hidden, stood a pedestal of dark marble, topped by a cluster of fruit that glowed with an inner crimson light, mirroring her pendant."
14"She approached cautiously, the Fae-Forged Blade at her belt humming coldly against her hip, its moonsilver blade itching to be drawn."
15"The cold edge sliced through the nearest imp, its form dissolving into wisps of smoke that reeked of sour milk."
16"Glowing fungi lit their way, pulsing in rhythms that matched Rory's heartbeat."
17"Birds with feathers of iridescent silk perched on branches, trilling melodies that evoked half-remembered feasts from childhood—her mother's Welsh lamb stew, he…"
18"But the unease gnawed deeper; Nyx's form wavered, their violet eyes dimming as if the gluttony's pull diluted their essence."
25.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags10
uselessAdditionCount2
matches
0"Rory asked, her voice steady despite the knot in her stomach"
1"She drew, its luminescent edge cutting the mist as moonlight would"
0.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags5
fancyCount4
fancyTags
0"Rory murmured (murmur)"
1"they whispered (whisper)"
2"Nyx hissed (hiss)"
3"Rory breathed (breathe)"
dialogueSentences24
tagDensity0.208
leniency0.417
rawRatio0.8
effectiveRatio0.333
72.5604%