Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY9CQ2933HKQXJ3NQDQSBCY

Run Details

Model:
Grok 4
Duration:
1m 48s
Cost:
$0.047754
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 stepped through the shimmering rift, the Heartstone Pendant warm against her chest, pulsing like a second heartbeat. The air shifted from the cool, mist-laden hush of Isolde's grove to something thicker, heavier, laced with scents that coiled in her nostrils—ripe fruit, roasting spices, and an undercurrent of something sweeter, almost cloying. She blinked against the sudden light, her bright blue eyes adjusting to a sky that glowed warm amber, not blue or gray like the London she'd left behind, but a vast, unending canopy that bathed everything in honeyed dusk. Nyx materialized beside her, their shadowy form solidifying from wisps of darkness into a tall, humanoid silhouette, faintly glowing violet eyes scanning the horizon. "The air hums with excess," they whispered, voice like wind through cracked stone. "Tread lightly, Rory. Gluttony devours without teeth." Isolde followed, her silver hair catching the amber light like spun moonlight, leaving no footprints on the soft earth as she glided forward. She tilted her head, pale lavender eyes narrowing. "A feast eternal, where hunger is king and restraint a forgotten guest. But beware the dishes that bite back." Aurora's hand instinctively went to the Fae-Forged Blade at her belt, its moonsilver hilt cold against her palm, a reassuring chill in this oppressive warmth. She'd never been to a place like this—Hel, or whatever sliver of it this was. The rift had opened in the heart of the Fae Grove, those ancient oak standing stones humming with power as Isolde chanted words that twisted time itself. An hour in the grove, she'd said, could stretch or shrink outside, but here? Time felt irrelevant, swallowed by the landscape unfolding before them. They stood at the edge of a sprawling vineyard, vines heavy with clusters of fruit that gleamed like jewels—deep purples and golds, some pulsing faintly as if alive. The ground sloped gently downward into a valley dotted with orchards and gardens that stretched impossibly far, defying the eye's attempt to find an end. Exotic blooms unfurled petals the size of dinner plates, releasing plumes of pollen that shimmered in the air like golden dust. Aurora reached out, her fingers brushing a leaf broader than her hand; it quivered under her touch, releasing a burst of aroma—cinnamon and vanilla, sharp with an unfamiliar tang that made her mouth water unbidden. "This isn't like the grove," she murmured, more to herself than the others. Her straight black hair stuck to her neck in the humid air, and she wiped sweat from her brow, feeling the small crescent scar on her left wrist itch faintly, a childhood reminder of falls and folly. Back in London, above Silas' bar, places like this existed only in fever dreams or Eva's wild stories. But here she was, twenty-five and worlds away from pre-law lectures and delivery runs for the Golden Empress. Nyx drifted ahead, their form flickering between solid and incorporeal, shadows lengthening unnaturally around them. "These vines... they whisper of souls bound to the soil. Listen." Aurora strained her ears, and there it was—a low, murmuring hum, like distant voices chanting in a language she couldn't grasp. It sent a shiver down her spine despite the warmth, a unease settling in her gut. Were those the helbound Isolde had mentioned? Chefs pulled from Earth, contracted to toil here forever? Isolde nodded, her ethereal form seeming to blend with the surroundings, ageless and untouched. "The fruits are temptations woven from desires unmet. Pluck one, and it may sate you—or chain you." She spoke in her riddle-laced way, never a direct lie, but always a twist. Aurora had learned to parse her words carefully since their first meeting in that hidden clearing in Richmond Park, where wildflowers bloomed eternally and time bent like willow branches. They moved deeper, the path winding through the vineyard toward a cluster of grand pavilions in the distance. The air grew thicker, carrying sounds of revelry—clinking goblets, laughter that bordered on mania, the sizzle of meats over open flames. Aurora's stomach growled, betraying her; she hadn't eaten since the flat that morning, a hasty bowl of Cheung's leftover noodles. But hunger here felt different, insistent, like a living thing clawing from within. A discovery halted them: a tree unlike any Aurora had seen, its bark smooth and veined with glowing amber, branches laden with orbs that resembled oversized pomegranates, skins translucent and veined with light. One hung low, and as she approached, it split open of its own accord, revealing seeds that sparkled like rubies, dripping a nectar that smelled of honeyed wine. "What is this?" she asked, voice hushed with wonder. The sight was beautiful, alien, pulling at something primal in her. Nyx extended a shadowy tendril, hovering near without touching. "A glutton's delight. Born from the essence of Prince Belphegor's realm. Eat, and you taste eternity—but lose yourself in the savoring." Their violet eyes glowed brighter, a warning flicker. Aurora felt the pull, the way her fingers twitched toward the fruit, but unease won out. She'd fled Evan for less—control slipping away, one bruise at a time. She stepped back, the pendant warming again, a faint glow seeping through her shirt. Isolde circled the tree, her long hair swaying like a silver river. "Wonder blooms where excess reigns, but roots delve into sorrow. See the shadows beneath." She pointed, and Aurora noticed them—faint outlines in the soil, like hands pressing up from below, grasping at the roots. A chill ran through her, wonder curdling into disquiet. Were those the souls? Trapped, feeding the land with their unending labor? They pressed on, the pavilions drawing nearer. The structures were colossal, tents of silk and gold thread billowing in a breeze that carried more scents: baking breads laced with unknown spices, roasting beasts that smelled of caramelized sugar and smoke. Figures moved within, hazy at this distance—demons? Humans? Aurora couldn't tell, but their laughter echoed, a cacophony that set her teeth on edge. One voice rose above the rest, a deep bellow followed by the crash of plates, as if a feast had turned to frenzy. The ground underfoot changed, from soft earth to mosaic tiles of polished stone, warm to the touch and etched with symbols that swirled like vines. Aurora's boots clicked against them, a stark contrast to Isolde's silent glide and Nyx's soundless drift. Heat rose from the tiles, seeping through her soles, making her feel heavy, languid. "It's like the place is alive," she said, wiping sweat from her face. "Breathing us in." "Indeed," Nyx replied, their form rippling as if disturbed by the air. "Dymas feeds on indulgence. The more you take, the more it claims." They paused at the edge of an orchard, where trees bore fruits that shifted colors—emerald to scarlet, pulsing in rhythm. Aurora reached for one, curiosity overriding caution, but Nyx's shadow lashed out, batting her hand away. "Not yet. Feel the air thicken? That's the sin weaving its web." She did feel it—a growing pressure in her chest, not fear exactly, but an unease that made her pulse quicken. The amber sky seemed lower now, pressing down, and the sounds from the pavilions grew louder, more chaotic. Shouts of ecstasy mingled with groans of what might have been pain or pleasure, indistinguishable. Wonder flickered back as they crested a small rise: below lay a garden of impossible beauty, flowers towering like trees, petals unfurling to reveal centers that hummed with bioluminescent light. Butterflies the size of eagles flitted between them, wings iridescent and trailing sparks. Aurora's breath caught. "It's... magnificent." Despite the unease, a thrill coursed through her. This was no London street, no university hall or abusive echo. Here, the world expanded, wondrous and vast. She imagined telling Eva about it—her friend's eyes widening over pints at Silas' bar. Isolde smiled faintly, a cryptic curve of lips. "Magnificence masks the maw. Step deeper, seeker, and discover what hungers for your soul." They descended into the garden, the flora parting as if welcoming them. Vines slithered across the path, not threatening but alive, brushing Aurora's legs with feathery touches that sent tingles up her skin. One bloom leaned toward her, exhaling a perfume that evoked memories—her mother's Welsh lullabies, the scent of Cardiff rain, even the greasy warmth of Golden Empress deliveries. Homesickness twisted with the wonder, a pang she hadn't expected. Deeper still, they found a clearing where a table groaned under the weight of a feast unmanned. Platters overflowed with delicacies: pastries dusted in shimmering sugar, meats glazed in sauces that bubbled softly, fruits carved into intricate shapes that seemed to writhe. The air here was heady, intoxicating, and Aurora's mouth filled with saliva. "Who sets this out?" she wondered aloud, voice thick. Nyx hovered over a chalice, shadows coiling around it. "The realm itself. An invitation to partake. Resist, or become part of the menu." Their whisper carried unease, and Aurora saw it then—a faint shimmer in the air, like the Veil they'd crossed, but distorted, rippling with faces pressing against it, mouths open in silent screams. Isolde traced a finger along the table's edge, her touch leaving no mark. "Discovery awaits the bold, but wonder fades when gluttony claims its due. What do you seek here, Aurora Carter? The pendant's pulse led you, yet the blade guards against what stirs." Aurora gripped the dagger tighter, its cold luminescence cutting through the amber haze. The pendant throbbed warmer now, as if sensing something deeper in this realm. Unease built to a crest as shadows lengthened unnaturally around the table, and distant laughter turned to howls. But woven through it was that undeniable wonder—the alien splendor of it all, a world where excess painted every leaf and stone. They ventured further, the pavilions looming like golden behemoths. A figure emerged from one, tall and corpulent, skin glistening with oils, eyes gleaming with insatiable hunger. It beckoned with a clawed hand, voice booming: "Join the feast, wanderers! Dymas welcomes all who crave!" Aurora's heart raced, a mix of dread and fascination. This place, ancient and otherworldly, pulsed with life she'd never imagined. As they drew closer, the true exploration began—not just of the land, but of the temptations within.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags15
adverbTagCount1
adverbTags
0"she wondered aloud [aloud]"
dialogueSentences20
tagDensity0.75
leniency1
rawRatio0.067
effectiveRatio0.067
88.34% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1716
totalAiIsmAdverbs4
found
0
adverb"lightly"
count1
1
adverb"gently"
count1
2
adverb"carefully"
count1
3
adverb"softly"
count1
highlights
0"lightly"
1"gently"
2"carefully"
3"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)
wordCount1716
totalAiIsms39
found
0
word"scanning"
count1
1
word"chill"
count2
2
word"oppressive"
count1
3
word"warmth"
count3
4
word"shimmered"
count1
5
word"quivered"
count1
6
word"reminder"
count1
7
word"whisper"
count2
8
word"down her spine"
count1
9
word"stomach"
count1
10
word"flicker"
count1
11
word"delve"
count1
12
word"silk"
count1
13
word"echoed"
count1
14
word"cacophony"
count1
15
word"mosaic"
count1
16
word"etched"
count1
17
word"stark"
count1
18
word"pulse"
count2
19
word"chaotic"
count1
20
word"flickered"
count1
21
word"echo"
count1
22
word"maw"
count1
23
word"pang"
count1
24
word"weight"
count1
25
word"intricate"
count1
26
word"traced"
count1
27
word"throbbed"
count1
28
word"looming"
count1
29
word"glistening"
count1
30
word"gleaming"
count1
31
word"raced"
count1
32
word"otherworldly"
count1
33
word"pulsed"
count1
highlights
0"scanning"
1"chill"
2"oppressive"
3"warmth"
4"shimmered"
5"quivered"
6"reminder"
7"whisper"
8"down her spine"
9"stomach"
10"flicker"
11"delve"
12"silk"
13"echoed"
14"cacophony"
15"mosaic"
16"etched"
17"stark"
18"pulse"
19"chaotic"
20"flickered"
21"echo"
22"maw"
23"pang"
24"weight"
25"intricate"
26"traced"
27"throbbed"
28"looming"
29"glistening"
30"gleaming"
31"raced"
32"otherworldly"
33"pulsed"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"sent a shiver through"
count1
highlights
0"sent a shiver down"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells1
narrationSentences91
matches
0"d with wonder"
95.76% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount2
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences91
filterMatches
0"wonder"
1"feel"
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences96
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen47
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1694
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions16
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
88.69% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions62
wordCount1468
uniqueNames24
maxNameDensity1.23
worstName"Aurora"
maxWindowNameDensity2
worstWindowName"Aurora"
discoveredNames
Heartstone1
Pendant1
Isolde9
London3
Fae-Forged1
Blade1
Hel1
Fae2
Grove1
Golden2
Empress2
Earth1
Aurora18
Richmond1
Park1
Cheung1
Evan1
Nyx7
Eva1
Vines1
Welsh1
Cardiff1
Veil1
One3
persons
0"Pendant"
1"Isolde"
2"Aurora"
3"Cheung"
4"Evan"
5"Nyx"
6"Eva"
7"Vines"
places
0"London"
1"Fae-Forged"
2"Fae"
3"Grove"
4"Richmond"
5"Park"
6"Cardiff"
globalScore0.887
windowScore1
33.72% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences86
glossingSentenceCount4
matches
0"seemed lower now, pressing down, and the sounds from the pavilions grew louder, more chaotic"
1"as if welcoming them"
2"shapes that seemed to writhe"
3"as if sensing something deeper in this realm"
0.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches4
per1kWords2.361
wordCount1694
matches
0"not blue or gray like the London she'd left behind, but a vast, unending canopy"
1"not fear exactly, but an unease"
2"not threatening but alive, brushing Aurora's legs with feathery touches"
3"not just of the land, but of the temptations within"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences96
matches(empty)
35.04% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs24
mean70.58
std19.24
cv0.273
sampleLengths
091
144
250
391
4109
586
679
774
872
981
1080
1167
1286
1371
1472
1596
1645
1792
1863
1955
2044
2166
2243
2337
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences91
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs256
matches(empty)
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount16
semicolonCount2
flaggedSentences17
totalSentences96
ratio0.177
matches
0"The air shifted from the cool, mist-laden hush of Isolde's grove to something thicker, heavier, laced with scents that coiled in her nostrils—ripe fruit, roasting spices, and an undercurrent of something sweeter, almost cloying."
1"She'd never been to a place like this—Hel, or whatever sliver of it this was."
2"They stood at the edge of a sprawling vineyard, vines heavy with clusters of fruit that gleamed like jewels—deep purples and golds, some pulsing faintly as if alive."
3"Aurora reached out, her fingers brushing a leaf broader than her hand; it quivered under her touch, releasing a burst of aroma—cinnamon and vanilla, sharp with an unfamiliar tang that made her mouth water unbidden."
4"\"These vines... they whisper of souls bound to the soil. Listen.\" Aurora strained her ears, and there it was—a low, murmuring hum, like distant voices chanting in a language she couldn't grasp."
5"The air grew thicker, carrying sounds of revelry—clinking goblets, laughter that bordered on mania, the sizzle of meats over open flames."
6"Aurora's stomach growled, betraying her; she hadn't eaten since the flat that morning, a hasty bowl of Cheung's leftover noodles."
7"She'd fled Evan for less—control slipping away, one bruise at a time."
8"\"Wonder blooms where excess reigns, but roots delve into sorrow. See the shadows beneath.\" She pointed, and Aurora noticed them—faint outlines in the soil, like hands pressing up from below, grasping at the roots."
9"Figures moved within, hazy at this distance—demons?"
10"\"Dymas feeds on indulgence. The more you take, the more it claims.\" They paused at the edge of an orchard, where trees bore fruits that shifted colors—emerald to scarlet, pulsing in rhythm."
11"She did feel it—a growing pressure in her chest, not fear exactly, but an unease that made her pulse quicken."
12"She imagined telling Eva about it—her friend's eyes widening over pints at Silas' bar."
13"One bloom leaned toward her, exhaling a perfume that evoked memories—her mother's Welsh lullabies, the scent of Cardiff rain, even the greasy warmth of Golden Empress deliveries."
14"\"The realm itself. An invitation to partake. Resist, or become part of the menu.\" Their whisper carried unease, and Aurora saw it then—a faint shimmer in the air, like the Veil they'd crossed, but distorted, rippling with faces pressing against it, mouths open in silent screams."
15"But woven through it was that undeniable wonder—the alien splendor of it all, a world where excess painted every leaf and stone."
16"As they drew closer, the true exploration began—not just of the land, but of the temptations within."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount554
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount13
adverbRatio0.023465703971119134
lyAdverbCount7
lyAdverbRatio0.01263537906137184
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences96
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences96
mean17.65
std9.15
cv0.519
sampleLengths
018
134
239
324
413
57
623
78
819
925
1015
1127
1214
1310
1428
1525
1621
1735
1813
1937
2018
2118
2215
2332
2416
257
269
2714
2831
2929
3018
3121
3220
3313
3433
3528
369
3711
389
3929
4016
4112
4214
4312
4434
459
464
478
487
4933
71.88% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats1
diversityRatio0.4375
totalSentences96
uniqueOpeners42
0.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount0
totalSentences90
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount25
totalSentences90
matches
0"She blinked against the sudden"
1"they whispered, voice like wind"
2"She tilted her head, pale"
3"She'd never been to a"
4"They stood at the edge"
5"she murmured, more to herself"
6"Her straight black hair stuck"
7"It sent a shiver down"
8"She spoke in her riddle-laced"
9"They moved deeper, the path"
10"she asked, voice hushed with"
11"Their violet eyes glowed brighter,"
12"She'd fled Evan for less—control"
13"She stepped back, the pendant"
14"She pointed, and Aurora noticed"
15"They pressed on, the pavilions"
16"she said, wiping sweat from"
17"They paused at the edge"
18"She did feel it—a growing"
19"She imagined telling Eva about"
ratio0.278
43.33% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount75
totalSentences90
matches
0"Aurora stepped through the shimmering"
1"The air shifted from the"
2"She blinked against the sudden"
3"Nyx materialized beside her, their"
4"they whispered, voice like wind"
5"Isolde followed, her silver hair"
6"She tilted her head, pale"
7"Aurora's hand instinctively went to"
8"She'd never been to a"
9"The rift had opened in"
10"An hour in the grove,"
11"Time felt irrelevant, swallowed by"
12"They stood at the edge"
13"The ground sloped gently downward"
14"Aurora reached out, her fingers"
15"she murmured, more to herself"
16"Her straight black hair stuck"
17"Nyx drifted ahead, their form"
18"Aurora strained her ears, and"
19"It sent a shiver down"
ratio0.833
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences90
matches(empty)
ratio0
0.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences58
technicalSentenceCount17
matches
0"The air shifted from the cool, mist-laden hush of Isolde's grove to something thicker, heavier, laced with scents that coiled in her nostrils—ripe fruit, roasti…"
1"She blinked against the sudden light, her bright blue eyes adjusting to a sky that glowed warm amber, not blue or gray like the London she'd left behind, but a …"
2"They stood at the edge of a sprawling vineyard, vines heavy with clusters of fruit that gleamed like jewels—deep purples and golds, some pulsing faintly as if a…"
3"Exotic blooms unfurled petals the size of dinner plates, releasing plumes of pollen that shimmered in the air like golden dust."
4"Aurora reached out, her fingers brushing a leaf broader than her hand; it quivered under her touch, releasing a burst of aroma—cinnamon and vanilla, sharp with …"
5"Nyx drifted ahead, their form flickering between solid and incorporeal, shadows lengthening unnaturally around them."
6"The air grew thicker, carrying sounds of revelry—clinking goblets, laughter that bordered on mania, the sizzle of meats over open flames."
7"A discovery halted them: a tree unlike any Aurora had seen, its bark smooth and veined with glowing amber, branches laden with orbs that resembled oversized pom…"
8"One hung low, and as she approached, it split open of its own accord, revealing seeds that sparkled like rubies, dripping a nectar that smelled of honeyed wine."
9"The structures were colossal, tents of silk and gold thread billowing in a breeze that carried more scents: baking breads laced with unknown spices, roasting be…"
10"Aurora couldn't tell, but their laughter echoed, a cacophony that set her teeth on edge."
11"The ground underfoot changed, from soft earth to mosaic tiles of polished stone, warm to the touch and etched with symbols that swirled like vines."
12"Heat rose from the tiles, seeping through her soles, making her feel heavy, languid."
13"Wonder flickered back as they crested a small rise: below lay a garden of impossible beauty, flowers towering like trees, petals unfurling to reveal centers tha…"
14"One bloom leaned toward her, exhaling a perfume that evoked memories—her mother's Welsh lullabies, the scent of Cardiff rain, even the greasy warmth of Golden E…"
15"Platters overflowed with delicacies: pastries dusted in shimmering sugar, meats glazed in sauces that bubbled softly, fruits carved into intricate shapes that s…"
16"The pendant throbbed warmer now, as if sensing something deeper in this realm."
0.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags15
uselessAdditionCount6
matches
0"she murmured, more to herself than the others"
1"she asked, voice hushed with wonder"
2"Nyx replied, their form rippling as if disturbed by the air"
3"They descended, the flora parting as if welcoming them"
4"she wondered aloud, voice thick"
5"It beckoned, voice booming:"
0.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags6
fancyCount3
fancyTags
0"they whispered (whisper)"
1"she murmured (murmur)"
2"She spoke (speak)"
dialogueSentences20
tagDensity0.3
leniency0.6
rawRatio0.5
effectiveRatio0.3
65.2256%