Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY8JZMAFDCHZADV18NP3AWC

Run Details

Duration:
39.1s
Cost:
$0.001972
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 as its deep crimson glow pulsed against her palm, a heartbeat syncing with her own. The silver chain bit into her skin, warm now, insistent. Beside her, Nyx's shadowy form rippled like smoke caught in a draft, their faintly glowing violet eyes fixed on the shimmering distortion ahead—the Veil, torn just enough at this weakened rift in Isolde's grove. The half-fae seer stood poised at the threshold, her silver hair cascading like moonlight over her shoulders, pale lavender eyes distant as if peering through centuries. "The boundary whispers of feasts unending," Isolde murmured, her voice a melodic lilt that twisted words into knots. "Step where hunger blooms eternal, but beware the vine that feeds on wandering feet." Rory shot her a sidelong glance, the crescent scar on her left wrist itching under the humid air of the Fae Grove. Wildflowers nodded around the ancient oak standing stones, their petals unnaturally vibrant despite the chill of Richmond Park beyond. Time already felt slippery here—an hour inside might swallow a day outside—but this rift pulsed with something fouler, a Hel-taint that made Rory's stomach clench. "Riddles later, Isolde. If this pendant's right, it's our door to Dymas. Nyx?" The shade's whisper slithered through the air like wind through cracked glass. "The shadows here... they hunger too. But the path is clear. Solid or not?" Their humanoid silhouette sharpened, coiling into a more tangible 6'2" frame, black as pitch against the grove's glow. "Stay solid," Rory said, her straight black hair sticking to her neck in the sudden heat bleeding through the Veil. She drew the Fae-Forged Blade from her belt, its moonsilver length cold and faintly luminescent even in the grove's dappled light. Isolde had pressed it into her hand days ago, a "gift for edges unseen." It hummed now, eager. "We go together. First time in Hel proper. No heroics." Isolde's lips curved, but her lavender eyes betrayed no footprints on the moss as she glided forward. "Heroes feast last." Rory swallowed, bright blue eyes narrowing, and stepped through. The world inverted. Cool grove air shattered into a humid embrace, thick with the perfume of overripe fruit and smoldering spices—cinnamon and saffron laced with something metallic, like blood-sweet wine. The amber sky arched overhead, warm as molten honey, casting everything in a perpetual late-afternoon glow that banished shadows to the edges. No sun, no clouds, just that endless burnished vault pressing down like a lover's too-close gaze. Rory stumbled half a pace, boots sinking into loamy soil that clung like wet dough. Vines snaked from the earth in impossible profusion, heavy with fruits she'd never seen: globes the size of fists pulsing with veins of gold, berries clustered like glistening eyes, leaves broad and veined with iridescent veins that shifted colors as she breathed. The air thrummed with life—buzzing wings of jewel-toned insects the size of her thumb, distant laughter that echoed too richly, like voices swallowed in reverb. "Christ," she muttered, sheathing the blade but keeping her hand near. Her delivery gig in London had toughened her to dodgy alleys and late-night drops, but this? This was excess made flesh. "Where are we?" Nyx materialized fully beside her, their whisper sharp. "Dymas. Gluttony's belly. Feel it? The pull." They extended a shadowy hand, fingers elongating to brush a low-hanging fruit. It burst at the touch, spraying nectar that sizzled faintly on the ground, releasing a scent that twisted Rory's gut with sudden, ravenous want. Nyx withdrew, form flickering. "Temptation woven into the soil." Isolde emerged last, ethereal and untouched by the crossing, her silver hair immune to the humid gusts that whipped Rory's strands across her face. "The prince's table stretches wide," she said, gesturing with a fluid hand. "Chefs dance for souls, and vines drink deep." Rory wiped sweat from her brow, 5'6" frame tensing as she scanned ahead. Sprawling vineyards rolled into orchards where trees bowed under loads of crystalline apples that chimed softly in the breeze, like wind-harps. Paths of crushed petal-pavement wound between, lined with fountains spouting wines of every hue—ruby reds foaming like blood, golds that shimmered with trapped starlight. And people—or what had been people. Helbound souls in crisp aprons darted between stations, chopping, searing, plating with manic precision. One, a burly man with translucent skin, juggled flames over a spit roast of some writhing, multi-limbed beast, its flesh caramelizing into scents that clawed at Rory's resolve. "Look at them," she whispered, unease coiling in her chest. The souls' eyes gleamed with fervor, but their movements jerked, puppet-like, chains of gluttony invisible yet palpable. A woman nearby layered pastries taller than Rory, each flake whispering *eat, eat, eat* as steam curled invitingly. Nyx's violet glow dimmed, their form thinning. "Contracted. Bound to the feasts. They create, but never partake fully. Belphegor's game." Rory's pendant throbbed hotter, pointing deeper like a compass. "We need to move. Whatever benefactor gave me this—it's from here. Answers ahead." She led them along a petal-path, boots squelching softly. The ground pulsed faintly underfoot, alive, sending tingles up her legs that blurred the line between pleasure and nausea. As they delved, wonder crept in despite the dread. A grand pavilion loomed, silk-draped and vast, where a culinary competition raged. Tables groaned under spreads: tureens of soups that bubbled with faces glimpsed in the broth, fruits carved into sculptures of writhing lovers, meats glazed in sauces that sang in minor keys. Spectators—demonic imps with potbellies and horns, souls bloated to caricature—clapped and cheered, mouths stained purple. Music swelled from unseen sources, a symphony of clinking crystal and moaning winds. Rory paused at the pavilion's edge, transfixed. A chef unveiled a pie the size of a cart wheel, crust shattering to reveal a heart still beating, pumping gravy in rhythmic spurts. The crowd roared. "It's... beautiful," she breathed, then shook her head. "No. Twisted." Isolde tilted her head, silver locks swaying. "Beauty bloats into beast. The deeper vine, the sweeter rot." Nyx slipped ahead, incorporeal now, scouting. Their whisper returned from the shadows of a nearby arbor. "Guards ahead. Winged gluttons. And something... watching." Unease sharpened. Rory gripped the blade again, its chill grounding her. The air grew heavier, scents cloying, urging her to pluck a low vine-fruit. Her mouth watered traitorously, stomach growling despite her last meal hours ago in Silas' bar. She batted it away, but the vine recoiled like a stung serpent, leaves rustling in warning. "Keep tight," she said, voice low. They veered from the pavilion into orchards where trees formed natural cathedrals, branches interlacing into domes dripping with blossoms that wept nectar. Here, the amber sky filtered through, painting everything in honeyed light. Discovery struck as Rory's boot nudged something metallic—a discarded ladle, etched with runes that matched her pendant's glow. She knelt, fingers tracing it. "This... it's like the chain. Silver, Dymas-marked." Nyx solidified, peering. "A remnant. Tools for the bound. Means we're close to the source." But wonder soured to alarm. A low growl rippled from the underbrush—vines parting to reveal a glutton-beast, bloated hog-like thing with too many tusks and eyes like stewed prunes. It snuffled, drawn by their warmth, saliva dripping in ropes that sizzled the earth. Rory drew the blade in a flash, moonsilver flaring cold blue. "Back!" The beast charged, ground quaking. Nyx dissolved into shadow, reappearing atop it, tendrils wrapping its throat. Isolde sang a riddle-song, words weaving illusions—vines twisting to ensnare the creature's legs. Rory lunged, blade slicing true. It cut not flesh but the gluttony binding it; black ichor sprayed, reeking of fermented excess. The beast deflated, collapsing into a puddle of sludge that seeped into the soil. Panting, Rory sheathed the weapon, hand trembling. "Effective. Too effective." Isolde smiled faintly. "Gifts bite deepest in the belly of sin." Pressing on, they crested a hill into the heart of Dymas. Below sprawled the Grand Feast Hall, a coliseum of marble veined with gold, encircled by rings of eternal banquets. Flames danced in pits without fuel, roasting haunches that regrew as they were carved. Laughter boomed, a cacophony of indulgence—guests gorging until bellies split and reformed, only to gorge again. In the center, a throne of piled delicacies loomed empty, but Rory's pendant burned like a brand, pulling her gaze to a shadowed alcove behind it. "There," she said, pointing. "The pulse. Something's calling it." Nyx's eyes flared. "Portal echo. Or the giver." Unease peaked as winged figures patrolled the hall's rim—Belphegor's enforcers, obese cherubs with barbed tails, sniffing the air. One paused, nostrils flaring toward them. "Down," Rory hissed, dropping behind a fruit-heavy bush. Thorns pricked her scar, drawing a bead of blood that the leaves lapped greedily. They crouched, hearts pounding amid the alien symphony: slurps, moans, the wet tear of flesh from bone. Isolde's whisper was steel-wrapped silk. "The shadow sees what light devours. Press on, or be the morsel." Rory nodded, resolve hardening her cool-headed core. London streets had taught her evasion; this was just a bigger, hungrier alley. They slipped deeper, skirting the hall's edge, the pendant's glow illuminating a concealed archway etched with glutton-runes. Inside, the air cooled fractionally, scents fading to musty stone. A chamber unfolded—vaulted, lined with jars of preserved wonders: eyes in brine that blinked, tongues curled in honey. At the center, a pedestal cradled a twin to her pendant, pulsing in sync. "Discovery," Nyx breathed, solidifying fully. But as Rory reached, the ground trembled. From the shadows slithered a greater horror—a serpent of woven vines, mouth a maw of grinding fruits, eyes the pendant's crimson. It lunged. Wonder and terror collided. Rory dodged, blade singing, carving wards that sparked against its hide. Nyx ensnared its coils; Isolde's riddles summoned thorn-barriers. The fight blurred—sweat, nectar, ichor—until the blade pierced its core, unraveling it into harmless pulp. Panting amid the jars, Rory claimed the twin pendant. They synced, warmth doubling, revealing a hidden map etched in light: paths to deeper Hel sins. "Belphegor's larder," Isolde intoned. "The prince will note the theft." Rory pocketed both, blue eyes fierce. "Let him. We've just begun." The amber sky seemed to pulse approval—or warning—as they retreated, Dymas's wonders etched into their souls, its hungers a shadow on their heels.
created_at"2026-02-20T19:31:51.574Z" 2/20/2026, 7:31:51 PM
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
88.89% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags18
adverbTagCount2
adverbTags
0"Nyx materialized fully [fully]"
1"Her mouth watered traitorously [traitorously]"
dialogueSentences34
tagDensity0.529
leniency1
rawRatio0.111
effectiveRatio0.111
94.27% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1746
totalAiIsmAdverbs2
found
0
adverb"softly"
count2
highlights
0"softly"
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)
wordCount1746
totalAiIsms54
found
0
word"pulsed"
count3
1
word"cascading"
count1
2
word"lilt"
count1
3
word"chill"
count2
4
word"stomach"
count2
5
word"whisper"
count4
6
word"tangible"
count1
7
word"shattered"
count1
8
word"glistening"
count1
9
word"echoed"
count1
10
word"dance"
count1
11
word"scanned"
count1
12
word"crystalline"
count1
13
word"shimmered"
count1
14
word"searing"
count1
15
word"resolve"
count2
16
word"palpable"
count1
17
word"throbbed"
count1
18
word"delved"
count1
19
word"loomed"
count2
20
word"silk"
count2
21
word"symphony"
count2
22
word"crystal"
count1
23
word"transfixed"
count1
24
word"pumping"
count1
25
word"rhythmic"
count1
26
word"etched"
count4
27
word"tracing"
count1
28
word"warmth"
count2
29
word"charged"
count1
30
word"marble"
count1
31
word"cacophony"
count1
32
word"pulse"
count2
33
word"echo"
count1
34
word"pounding"
count1
35
word"trembled"
count1
36
word"maw"
count1
37
word"unraveling"
count1
highlights
0"pulsed"
1"cascading"
2"lilt"
3"chill"
4"stomach"
5"whisper"
6"tangible"
7"shattered"
8"glistening"
9"echoed"
10"dance"
11"scanned"
12"crystalline"
13"shimmered"
14"searing"
15"resolve"
16"palpable"
17"throbbed"
18"delved"
19"loomed"
20"silk"
21"symphony"
22"crystal"
23"transfixed"
24"pumping"
25"rhythmic"
26"etched"
27"tracing"
28"warmth"
29"charged"
30"marble"
31"cacophony"
32"pulse"
33"echo"
34"pounding"
35"trembled"
36"maw"
37"unraveling"
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
emotionTells0
narrationSentences103
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences103
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences118
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen84
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans1
markdownWords3
totalWords1702
ratio0.002
matches
0"eat, eat, eat"
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions21
unquotedAttributions1
matches
0"Panting amid the jars, Rory claimed the twin pendant."
69.35% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions69
wordCount1426
uniqueNames23
maxNameDensity1.61
worstName"Rory"
maxWindowNameDensity2.5
worstWindowName"Rory"
discoveredNames
Heartstone1
Pendant1
Nyx9
Veil2
Isolde11
Rory23
Fae2
Grove1
Richmond1
Park1
Hel-taint1
Fae-Forged1
Blade1
First1
Hel3
London2
Sprawling1
Dymas2
Grand1
Feast1
Hall1
Belphegor1
Thorns1
persons
0"Pendant"
1"Nyx"
2"Isolde"
3"Rory"
4"Blade"
5"Dymas"
6"Belphegor"
7"Thorns"
places
0"Fae"
1"Grove"
2"Richmond"
3"Park"
4"Hel"
5"London"
6"Grand"
7"Feast"
8"Hall"
globalScore0.694
windowScore0.833
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences81
glossingSentenceCount1
matches
0"as if peering through centuries"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches1
per1kWords0.588
wordCount1702
matches
0"not flesh but the gluttony binding it"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences118
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs42
mean40.52
std25.8
cv0.637
sampleLengths
092
132
279
344
469
520
69
768
882
935
1060
1144
12106
1345
1420
1550
1680
1744
1817
1923
2055
2169
2215
2343
2441
2545
2611
2786
289
298
3024
3139
3217
3347
3432
355
3630
3738
3825
3910
4011
4123
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences103
matches
0"were carved"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs294
matches(empty)
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount20
semicolonCount3
flaggedSentences19
totalSentences118
ratio0.161
matches
0"Beside her, Nyx's shadowy form rippled like smoke caught in a draft, their faintly glowing violet eyes fixed on the shimmering distortion ahead—the Veil, torn just enough at this weakened rift in Isolde's grove."
1"Time already felt slippery here—an hour inside might swallow a day outside—but this rift pulsed with something fouler, a Hel-taint that made Rory's stomach clench."
2"The world inverted. Cool grove air shattered into a humid embrace, thick with the perfume of overripe fruit and smoldering spices—cinnamon and saffron laced with something metallic, like blood-sweet wine. The amber sky arched overhead, warm as molten honey, casting everything in a perpetual late-afternoon glow that banished shadows to the edges. No sun, no clouds, just that endless burnished vault pressing down like a lover's too-close gaze."
3"Rory stumbled half a pace, boots sinking into loamy soil that clung like wet dough. Vines snaked from the earth in impossible profusion, heavy with fruits she'd never seen: globes the size of fists pulsing with veins of gold, berries clustered like glistening eyes, leaves broad and veined with iridescent veins that shifted colors as she breathed. The air thrummed with life—buzzing wings of jewel-toned insects the size of her thumb, distant laughter that echoed too richly, like voices swallowed in reverb."
4"Paths of crushed petal-pavement wound between, lined with fountains spouting wines of every hue—ruby reds foaming like blood, golds that shimmered with trapped starlight."
5"And people—or what had been people."
6"Spectators—demonic imps with potbellies and horns, souls bloated to caricature—clapped and cheered, mouths stained purple."
7"Discovery struck as Rory's boot nudged something metallic—a discarded ladle, etched with runes that matched her pendant's glow."
8"A low growl rippled from the underbrush—vines parting to reveal a glutton-beast, bloated hog-like thing with too many tusks and eyes like stewed prunes."
9"Isolde sang a riddle-song, words weaving illusions—vines twisting to ensnare the creature's legs."
10"It cut not flesh but the gluttony binding it; black ichor sprayed, reeking of fermented excess."
11"Laughter boomed, a cacophony of indulgence—guests gorging until bellies split and reformed, only to gorge again."
12"Unease peaked as winged figures patrolled the hall's rim—Belphegor's enforcers, obese cherubs with barbed tails, sniffing the air."
13"London streets had taught her evasion; this was just a bigger, hungrier alley."
14"A chamber unfolded—vaulted, lined with jars of preserved wonders: eyes in brine that blinked, tongues curled in honey."
15"From the shadows slithered a greater horror—a serpent of woven vines, mouth a maw of grinding fruits, eyes the pendant's crimson."
16"Nyx ensnared its coils; Isolde's riddles summoned thorn-barriers."
17"The fight blurred—sweat, nectar, ichor—until the blade pierced its core, unraveling it into harmless pulp."
18"The amber sky seemed to pulse approval—or warning—as they retreated, Dymas's wonders etched into their souls, its hungers a shadow on their heels."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount418
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount14
adverbRatio0.03349282296650718
lyAdverbCount7
lyAdverbRatio0.01674641148325359
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences118
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences118
mean14.42
std12.56
cv0.871
sampleLengths
022
110
234
326
418
514
622
719
825
913
1012
1132
1262
135
142
1520
169
1768
1882
1935
209
212
222
2347
2444
2513
2621
2724
286
2914
3028
3110
3217
3318
347
3513
369
3722
3819
399
4012
4131
4215
4313
447
4524
463
478
482
497
85.88% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats2
diversityRatio0.5254237288135594
totalSentences118
uniqueOpeners62
0.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount0
totalSentences96
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount17
totalSentences96
matches
0"Their humanoid silhouette sharpened, coiling"
1"she muttered, sheathing the blade"
2"she whispered, unease coiling in"
3"She led them along a"
4"she breathed, then shook her"
5"Their whisper returned from the"
6"Her mouth watered traitorously, stomach"
7"She batted it away, but"
8"she said, voice low"
9"They veered from the pavilion"
10"She knelt, fingers tracing it."
11"It snuffled, drawn by their"
12"It cut not flesh but"
13"she said, pointing"
14"They crouched, hearts pounding amid"
15"They slipped deeper, skirting the"
16"They synced, warmth doubling, revealing"
ratio0.177
64.17% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount76
totalSentences96
matches
0"Aurora's fingers tightened around the"
1"The silver chain bit into"
2"The half-fae seer stood poised"
3"Isolde murmured, her voice a"
4"Rory shot her a sidelong"
5"Wildflowers nodded around the ancient"
6"The shade's whisper slithered through"
7"Their humanoid silhouette sharpened, coiling"
8"Rory said, her straight black"
9"Isolde's lips curved, but her"
10"Rory swallowed, bright blue eyes"
11"The world inverted. Cool grove"
12"Rory stumbled half a pace,"
13"she muttered, sheathing the blade"
14"Nyx materialized fully beside her,"
15"The woven into the"
16"Isolde emerged last, ethereal and"
17"Rory wiped sweat from her"
18"Paths of crushed petal-pavement wound"
19"she whispered, unease coiling in"
ratio0.792
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences96
matches(empty)
ratio0
0.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences52
technicalSentenceCount11
matches
0"The half-fae seer stood poised at the threshold, her silver hair cascading like moonlight over her shoulders, pale lavender eyes distant as if peering through c…"
1"Time already felt slippery here—an hour inside might swallow a day outside—but this rift pulsed with something fouler, a Hel-taint that made Rory's stomach clen…"
2"The world inverted. Cool grove air shattered into a humid embrace, thick with the perfume of overripe fruit and smoldering spices—cinnamon and saffron laced wit…"
3"Rory stumbled half a pace, boots sinking into loamy soil that clung like wet dough. Vines snaked from the earth in impossible profusion, heavy with fruits she'd…"
4"Sprawling vineyards rolled into orchards where trees bowed under loads of crystalline apples that chimed softly in the breeze, like wind-harps."
5"Paths of crushed petal-pavement wound between, lined with fountains spouting wines of every hue—ruby reds foaming like blood, golds that shimmered with trapped …"
6"One, a burly man with translucent skin, juggled flames over a spit roast of some writhing, multi-limbed beast, its flesh caramelizing into scents that clawed at…"
7"The ground pulsed faintly underfoot, alive, sending tingles up her legs that blurred the line between pleasure and nausea."
8"They veered from the pavilion into orchards where trees formed natural cathedrals, branches interlacing into domes dripping with blossoms that wept nectar."
9"Discovery struck as Rory's boot nudged something metallic—a discarded ladle, etched with runes that matched her pendant's glow."
10"Rory dodged, blade singing, carving wards that sparked against its hide."
7.35% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags17
uselessAdditionCount4
matches
0"Isolde murmured, her voice a melodic lilt that twisted words into knots"
1"she whispered, unease coiling in her chest"
2"She led, boots squelching softly"
3"she said, voice low"
0.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags9
fancyCount6
fancyTags
0"Isolde murmured (murmur)"
1"she muttered (mutter)"
2"she whispered (whisper)"
3"she breathed (breathe)"
4"Rory hissed (hiss)"
5"Nyx breathed (breathe)"
dialogueSentences34
tagDensity0.265
leniency0.529
rawRatio0.667
effectiveRatio0.353
73.6637%