Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYA5PHSMQBJSKGRK5NPN6P0

Run Details

Model:: Gemma 3 12B
Test:: Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:: Fantasy: entering an ancient ruin
Duration:: 1m 27s
Cost:: $0.000271
Provider:: DeepInfra

Evaluation summary

Score	Evaluator	Details Link
100.00%	Adverbs in dialogue tags	(details)
69.35%	AI-ism adverb frequency	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism character names	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism location names	(details)
0.00%	AI-ism word frequency	(details)
100.00%	Cliché density	(details)
100.00%	Emotion telling (show vs. tell)	(details)
68.65%	Filter word density	(details)
100.00%	Gibberish response detection	(details)
100.00%	Markdown formatting overuse	(details)
100.00%	Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)	(details)
79.86%	Name drop frequency	(details)
0.00%	Narrator intent-glossing	(details)
100.00%	"Not X but Y" pattern overuse	(details)
100.00%	Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)	(details)
100.00%	Paragraph length variance	(details)
91.59%	Passive voice overuse	(details)
100.00%	Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse	(details)
0.00%	Em-dash & semicolon overuse	(details)
100.00%	Purple prose (modifier overload)	(details)
100.00%	Repeated phrase echo	(details)
100.00%	Sentence length variance	(details)
70.08%	Sentence opener variety	(details)
45.05%	Adverb-first sentence starts	(details)
79.46%	Pronoun-first sentence starts	(details)
0.54%	Subject-first sentence starts	(details)
0.00%	Subordinate conjunction sentence starts	(details)
100.00%	Technical jargon density	(details)
0.00%	Useless dialogue additions	(details)
0.00%	Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)	(details)
70.1524%	Overall

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

The amber light pressed against her eyelids, even though they were closed. Rory blinked, the haze resolving into a sky the color of overripe peaches. It smelled of roasted sugar and something floral, but alien – not roses or lilies, something sharper, almost metallic. She pushed herself up, the ground yielding like moss but with a strange, granular texture.

“Where…?” Eva’s voice, muffled, came from beside her.

Rory glanced at her friend, her familiar face pale and etched with confusion. Eva, always the more theatrical of the two, clutched at her arm. “I feel… heavy.” 

Rory nodded, the sensation under her own skin confirming Eva's assessment. A sluggishness clung to her limbs, a subtle resistance to movement. She looked around, the disorientation slowly receding as the scene sharpened. They stood in a sprawling orchard, the trees laden with fruit unlike anything she’d ever seen. Globes of amethyst and jade hung alongside clusters of crimson orbs that pulsed with a faint, internal light. The branches themselves were gnarled and thick, twisting like ancient arms, their bark a rich, almost chocolate brown. 

“Dymas,” Nyx murmured, their voice a whisper barely carried on the warm, still air. Rory caught a glimpse of their form – a shifting silhouette of shadow against the peach-colored sky, the violet glow of their eyes flickering like dying embers. They hadn't solidified completely, remaining more a suggestion of a humanoid figure than a solid presence.

The Heartstone pendant around Rory's neck warmed against her skin, a subtle thrumming sensation. She instinctively reached up to touch it, its smooth, crimson surface radiating a faint heat. It was definitely reacting to something—this place. Silas had been right about the Heartstone’s connection to Hel. 

“Hel?” Eva repeated, her voice tight. “Like… the underworld?”

“A version of it, apparently,” Rory said, trying to keep her tone even. She'd only read about Dymas – the realm of Gluttony, ruled by Prince Belphegor, famed for its endless feasts and culinary extravagance. She hadn't expected *this*. It wasn’t a fiery pit of torment, but… a bizarre, beautiful redundancy of the senses. 

They began to walk, the strange, granular earth cushioning their steps. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the buzzing of unseen insects and the distant sound of rushing water. Rory’s hand instinctively went to the Fae-Forged Blade at her waist, a gift from Isolde. Its moonsilver surface remained stubbornly cold despite the ambient warmth. 

The orchard opened into a vineyard, the rows of vines stretching as far as the eye could see. The grapes were enormous, some the size of her head, swirling with nebula-like patterns of violet, gold, and crimson. She reached out, hesitantly plucking a grape from a vine. It smelled intoxicating—a potent blend of honey, spice, and something she couldn't quite place—something dangerously alluring.

“Don’t,” Nyx warned, their voice a preventative flutter. 

Rory paused, her fingers hovering over the grape. “Why not?”

“Everything here… aims to indulge. To overwhelm. To consume.” Nyx’s form wavered, rippling like heat haze. “Even the fruit. It offers pleasure, but demands a price.”

Eva shuddered. “That’s… incredibly ominous.”

They pressed on, emerging from the vineyard into a valley carved by a river of what appeared to be liquid amber. Across the valley rose a city built of cream-colored stone, its towers and spires choked with flowering vines. The scale of it was staggering - an impossible, baroque tapestry of architecture, glittering under the amber sky. 

“Look at that,” Eva breathed, her earlier fear momentarily forgotten.

As they neared the river, the air grew heavier, thick with the aroma of roasting meats and exotic spices.  A cacophony of sounds washed over them – the clatter of plates, the murmur of countless voices, strained music woven with laughter and booming declarations. The sounds resonated not in their ears, but in their very bones. 

Rory spotted movement near the riverbank, figures clad in elaborate silks and velvets, their faces partially obscured by jeweled masks. They were feasting—a lavish, chaotic affair. Platters piled high with delicacies she couldn't identify were passed between them, accompanied by goblets overflowing with iridescent liquids. 

One of the masked figures, a tall, slender woman with hair the color of spun gold, noticed them and raised a hand in a languid gesture of greeting. 

“Welcome, travelers,” she called out, her voice surprisingly clear despite the surrounding clamor. "You are expected."

“Expected?” Eva squeaked. 

“By whom?” Rory asked, her hand tightening around the hilt of the Fae Blade.

“Prince Belphegor, of course,” the woman replied with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. “He has been anticipating your arrival. Please, join us. The feast is just beginning.” 

The invitation was accompanied by a discernible pressure—a subtle compulsion to accept. Rory felt a tug, a siren’s call promising indulgence, ease, oblivion. She clenched her jaw, fighting against the rising lethargy that threatened to engulf her.

Nyx moved closer, their shadow deepening, momentarily eclipsing the amber light. "Do not yield," they murmured, their voice gaining a rare intensity. "This is a trap. He feeds on desire."

Suddenly, a flicker of movement caught Rory's eye. In the shadow of one of the city’s taller buildings, she saw a figure watching them – a tall, emaciated man dressed in simple rags, his face pale and drawn. He didn’t wave, didn’t smile, he simply stared, his eyes filled with an unsettling sadness. 

As she focused on him, she noticed that he wasn't quite *there*. He seemed to shimmer, his outline blurring around the edges. He was a ghost, a spectral observer amidst the gluttony and excess.

The masked woman was still waiting, her smile unwavering. “Come, come,” she urged. “The wine is particularly exquisite this evening. We have a new vintage, aged in the heart of a dying star.”

Rory looked from the woman’s expectant face to the spectral figure in the shadows, then to Nyx, their form a silent, watchful sentinel. The warmth of the Heartstone urged her forward, towards the city, towards the promise of answers—and likely, immense danger. The scene wasn’t what she’d imagined, dealing with demonic forces, but the true risk seemed to be the temptation of delight. 

She met the masked woman’s gaze, a cool, calculating expression replacing her earlier apprehension. “Thank you for the invitation,” she said, her voice steady. “But we have… pressing matters to attend to. Perhaps another time.”

The woman’s smile faltered, ever so slightly. A flicker of something akin to annoyance crossed her face.  "A pity," she said, the first hint of steel in her tone. “But do not stray too far. Prince Belphegor does not take rejections lightly.” 

Rory nodded, and turned to Eva. "Let’s go. We need to find someplace less… welcoming.” She realized she couldn’t afford to let this opulent façade lull her into complacency. Dymas might be beautiful, but it felt like a gilded cage.

Evaluation details

Result

Evaluator

Details

Meta Data

100.00%

Adverbs in dialogue tags

Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs

totalTags	16
adverbTagCount	0
adverbTags	(empty)
dialogueSentences	27
tagDensity	0.593
leniency	1
rawRatio	0
effectiveRatio	0

69.35%

AI-ism adverb frequency

Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)

wordCount

1142

totalAiIsmAdverbs

found

adverb	"slowly"
count	1

adverb	"completely"
count	1

adverb	"hesitantly"
count	1

adverb	"very"
count	1

adverb	"suddenly"
count	1

adverb	"ever so slightly"
count	1

adverb	"lightly"
count	1

highlights

0	"slowly"
1	"completely"
2	"hesitantly"
3	"very"
4	"suddenly"
5	"ever so slightly"
6	"lightly"

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)

wordCount

1142

totalAiIsms

found

word	"resolving"
count	1

word	"familiar"
count	1

word	"etched"
count	1

word	"pulsed"
count	1

word	"whisper"
count	1

word	"silence"
count	1

word	"oppressive"
count	1

word	"warmth"
count	2

word	"wavered"
count	1

word	"tapestry"
count	1

word	"cacophony"
count	1

word	"resonated"
count	1

word	"chaotic"
count	1

word	"anticipating"
count	1

word	"intensity"
count	1

word	"desire"
count	1

word	"flicker"
count	2

word	"spectral"
count	2

word	"amidst"
count	1

word	"unwavering"
count	1

word	"sentinel"
count	1

word	"calculating"
count	1

word	"apprehension"
count	1

highlights

0	"resolving"
1	"familiar"
2	"etched"
3	"pulsed"
4	"whisper"
5	"silence"
6	"oppressive"
7	"warmth"
8	"wavered"
9	"tapestry"
10	"cacophony"
11	"resonated"
12	"chaotic"
13	"anticipating"
14	"intensity"
15	"desire"
16	"flicker"
17	"spectral"
18	"amidst"
19	"unwavering"
20	"sentinel"
21	"calculating"
22	"apprehension"

100.00%

Cliché density

Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window

totalCliches

maxInWindow

found

label	"clenched jaw/fists"
count	1

highlights

0	"clenched her jaw"

100.00%

Emotion telling (show vs. tell)

Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling

emotionTells

narrationSentences

matches

0	"d with confusion"
1	"felt a tug"

68.65%

Filter word density

Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words

filterCount

hedgeCount

narrationSentences

filterMatches

(empty)

hedgeMatches

0	"began to"
1	"appeared to"
2	"seemed to"

100.00%

Gibberish response detection

Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)

analyzedSentences	88
gibberishSentences	0
adjustedGibberishSentences	0
longSentenceCount	0
runOnParagraphCount	0
giantParagraphCount	0
wordSaladCount	0
repetitionLoopCount	0
controlTokenCount	0
maxSentenceWordsSeen	29
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Markdown formatting overuse

Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting

markdownSpans

markdownWords

totalWords

1139

ratio

0.002

matches

0	"this"
1	"there"

100.00%

Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)

Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks

totalAttributions	14
unquotedAttributions	0
matches	(empty)

79.86%

Name drop frequency

Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words

totalMentions

wordCount

998

uniqueNames

maxNameDensity

1.4

worstName

"Rory"

maxWindowNameDensity

worstWindowName

"Rory"

discoveredNames

Rory	14
Eva	8
Heartstone	3
Hel	1
Dymas	2
Gluttony	1
Prince	1
Belphegor	1
Fae-Forged	1
Blade	2
Isolde	1
Fae	2
Suddenly	1
Nyx	5

persons

0	"Rory"
1	"Eva"
2	"Heartstone"
3	"Dymas"
4	"Gluttony"
5	"Prince"
6	"Belphegor"
7	"Nyx"

places

0	"Hel"
1	"Fae-Forged"
2	"Isolde"
3	"Fae"

globalScore

0.799

windowScore

0.00%

Narrator intent-glossing

Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns

analyzedSentences

glossingSentenceCount

matches

0	"quite place—something dangerously alluring"
1	"quite reach her eyes"
2	"quite there"
3	"something akin to annoyance crossed her face"
4	"felt like a gilded cage"

100.00%

"Not X but Y" pattern overuse

Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words

totalMatches

per1kWords

0.878

wordCount

1139

matches

0	"not in their ears, but in their very bones"

100.00%

Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)

Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses

thatCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"noticed that he"

100.00%

Paragraph length variance

Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts

totalParagraphs

mean

35.59

std

20.74

0.583

sampleLengths

0	59
1	8
2	28
3	85
4	57
5	46
6	9
7	54
8	55
9	63
10	8
11	10
12	26
13	5
14	57
15	10
16	56
17	45
18	28
19	16
20	3
21	14
22	30
23	37
24	30
25	53
26	34
27	33
28	63
29	35
30	42
31	40

91.59%

Passive voice overuse

Target: ≤2% passive sentences

passiveCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"were gnarled"
1	"were passed"
2	"was accompanied"

100.00%

Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse

Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs

pastProgressiveCount

totalVerbs

159

matches

0	"was staggering "
1	"were feasting"

0.00%

Em-dash & semicolon overuse

Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons

emDashCount

semicolonCount

flaggedSentences

totalSentences

ratio

0.125

matches

0	"It smelled of roasted sugar and something floral, but alien – not roses or lilies, something sharper, almost metallic."
1	"Rory caught a glimpse of their form – a shifting silhouette of shadow against the peach-colored sky, the violet glow of their eyes flickering like dying embers."
2	"It was definitely reacting to something—this place."
3	"She'd only read about Dymas – the realm of Gluttony, ruled by Prince Belphegor, famed for its endless feasts and culinary extravagance."
4	"It smelled intoxicating—a potent blend of honey, spice, and something she couldn't quite place—something dangerously alluring."
5	"The scale of it was staggering - an impossible, baroque tapestry of architecture, glittering under the amber sky."
6	"A cacophony of sounds washed over them – the clatter of plates, the murmur of countless voices, strained music woven with laughter and booming declarations."
7	"They were feasting—a lavish, chaotic affair."
8	"The invitation was accompanied by a discernible pressure—a subtle compulsion to accept."
9	"In the shadow of one of the city’s taller buildings, she saw a figure watching them – a tall, emaciated man dressed in simple rags, his face pale and drawn."
10	"The warmth of the Heartstone urged her forward, towards the city, towards the promise of answers—and likely, immense danger."

100.00%

Purple prose (modifier overload)

Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking

wordCount	1001
adjectiveStacks	0
stackExamples	(empty)
adverbCount	40
adverbRatio	0.03996003996003996
lyAdverbCount	19
lyAdverbRatio	0.01898101898101898

100.00%

Repeated phrase echo

Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)

totalSentences	88
echoCount	0
echoWords	(empty)

100.00%

Sentence length variance

Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts

totalSentences

mean

12.94

std

6.04

0.467

sampleLengths

0	12
1	13
2	19
3	15
4	8
5	13
6	12
7	3
8	11
9	11
10	11
11	16
12	18
13	18
14	14
15	27
16	16
17	14
18	15
19	7
20	10
21	6
22	3
23	13
24	22
25	4
26	8
27	7
28	11
29	19
30	15
31	10
32	18
33	19
34	10
35	16
36	8
37	8
38	2
39	16
40	10
41	2
42	3
43	21
44	18
45	18
46	10
47	19
48	25
49	12

70.08%

Sentence opener variety

Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers

consecutiveRepeats	5
diversityRatio	0.45454545454545453
totalSentences	88
uniqueOpeners	40

45.05%

Adverb-first sentence starts

Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb

adverbCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"Suddenly, a flicker of movement"

ratio

0.014

79.46%

Pronoun-first sentence starts

Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun

pronounCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"It smelled of roasted sugar"
1	"She pushed herself up, the"
2	"She looked around, the disorientation"
3	"They stood in a sprawling"
4	"They hadn't solidified completely, remaining"
5	"She instinctively reached up to"
6	"It was definitely reacting to"
7	"She'd only read about Dymas"
8	"She hadn't expected this."
9	"It wasn’t a fiery pit"
10	"They began to walk, the"
11	"Its moonsilver surface remained stubbornly"
12	"She reached out, hesitantly plucking"
13	"It smelled intoxicating—a potent blend"
14	"They pressed on, emerging from"
15	"They were feasting—a lavish, chaotic"
16	"she called out, her voice"
17	"She clenched her jaw, fighting"
18	"they murmured, their voice gaining"
19	"He didn’t wave, didn’t smile,"

ratio

0.351

0.54%

Subject-first sentence starts

Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject

subjectCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"The amber light pressed against"
1	"Rory blinked, the haze resolving"
2	"It smelled of roasted sugar"
3	"She pushed herself up, the"
4	"Eva’s voice, muffled, came from"
5	"Rory glanced at her friend,"
6	"Eva, always the more theatrical"
7	"Rory nodded, the sensation under"
8	"A sluggishness clung to her"
9	"She looked around, the disorientation"
10	"They stood in a sprawling"
11	"Globes of amethyst and jade"
12	"The branches themselves were gnarled"
13	"Nyx murmured, their voice a"
14	"Rory caught a glimpse of"
15	"They hadn't solidified completely, remaining"
16	"The Heartstone pendant around Rory's"
17	"She instinctively reached up to"
18	"It was definitely reacting to"
19	"Silas had been right about"

ratio

0.919

0.00%

Subordinate conjunction sentence starts

Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction

subConjCount	0
totalSentences	74
matches	(empty)
ratio	0

100.00%

Technical jargon density

Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns

analyzedSentences

technicalSentenceCount

matches

0	"She clenched her jaw, fighting against the rising lethargy that threatened to engulf her."
1	"Nyx moved closer, their shadow deepening, momentarily eclipsing the amber light."

0.00%

Useless dialogue additions

Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments

totalTags

uselessAdditionCount

matches

0	"Eva repeated, her voice tight"
1	"Rory said, trying to keep her tone even"
2	"Nyx warned, their voice a preventative flutter"
3	"Eva breathed, her earlier fear momentarily forgotten"
4	"she called out, her voice surprisingly clear despite the surrounding clamor"
5	"Rory asked, her hand tightening around the hilt of the Fae Blade"
6	"they murmured, their voice gaining a rare intensity"
7	"she said, her voice steady"

0.00%

Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)

Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags

totalTags

fancyCount

fancyTags

0	"Nyx murmured (murmur)"
1	"Eva repeated (repeat)"
2	"Nyx warned (warn)"
3	"Eva breathed (breathe)"
4	"she called out (call out)"
5	"Eva squeaked (squeak)"
6	"they murmured (murmur)"
7	"she urged (urge)"

dialogueSentences

tagDensity

0.481

leniency

0.963

rawRatio

0.615

effectiveRatio

0.593

70.1524%