Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8TRJ7EQW5DH2A738EEDYNM

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

Model response

AI
Three deadbolts. Rory had locked all three. She knew this because she'd checked them twice after Eva left for the British Library, once after feeding Ptolemy, and once more when the curry house below started its evening service and the smell of cardamom crept through the floorboards like a living thing. Three deadbolts, and still, when the knock came, her whole body went rigid against the kitchen counter. Ptolemy lifted his tabby head from a stack of Aramaic translation notes and blinked. The knock came again. Not loud. Patient. Three measured taps with something hard, something that wasn't knuckles. She knew that knock. Rory crossed the narrow flat in four steps, navigating towers of books and a collapsed ziggurat of manila folders Eva had been meaning to organise since March. She pressed her eye to the peephole and felt her stomach drop through the floor, through the curry house, through the foundations of Brick Lane and into whatever hell sat beneath it. Lucien Moreau stood on the other side, his ivory-handled cane resting against his shoulder like a gentleman's parasol. Charcoal suit. Not a wrinkle. His platinum hair caught the jaundiced light of the corridor's single bulb and turned it into something almost beautiful. She could pretend she wasn't home. The lights were off except for Eva's desk lamp. If she held her breath, if Ptolemy didn't choose this exact moment to yowl for a second dinner, she could wait him out. The cane tapped the door once more. "I can hear you breathing, Rory." His voice. That particular blend of Marseille vowels and London consonants he'd spent years perfecting. She pressed her forehead against the door and closed her eyes. "Go away, Lucien." "I would. Gladly. Except the matter is not one that keeps." "Ring me." "You changed your number." "There's a reason for that." Silence. Then, softer: "Thirty seconds. That's all I'm asking." She shouldn't. She knew she shouldn't in the same way she'd known she shouldn't have gone to that card game in Limehouse six months ago, the one where Lucien had materialised beside her like cigarette smoke and offered to stake her buy-in. Every bad decision she'd made in London had his fingerprints on it, and yet her hand was already working the first deadbolt. Then the second. Then the third. The door swung inward. He looked thinner. That was the first thing. His cheekbones, always sharp, now cut shadows beneath his mismatched eyes, one the colour of warm amber, the other a depthless black that reflected nothing. The cane wasn't decorative tonight. He leaned on it. His left leg bore less weight than his right, a slight redistribution that someone who hadn't spent hours sitting across from him at card tables and café corners wouldn't have noticed. "You're hurt." "I'm standing." "Barely." Something flickered in the amber eye. The black one never changed. It never did. She stepped aside. He entered the flat like he entered every room, cataloguing exits and angles before allowing himself to settle. His gaze swept the cluttered surfaces, the scrolls pinned to walls with kitchen knives, the cat now stretching across a 16th-century woodcut. "Eva's?" "She's out." "Good." He didn't elaborate. He lowered himself into the only chair not occupied by research materials, a spindle-backed thing that groaned under even his lean frame, and rested both hands on the ivory handle of his cane. His knuckles were scraped raw. Rory folded her arms and stood beside the desk. She didn't offer tea. She didn't offer anything. Six months of silence deserved at least that much discourtesy. "Your thirty seconds started at the door." "Then I'll be efficient." He reached into his jacket and produced a folded square of paper, cream-coloured, thick. He set it on the nearest stack of books. "Someone's looking for you. Not the human kind of someone." Her arms tightened. "That's not new." "This is." He nodded at the paper. "Open it." She didn't move. "Last time you handed me something, I ended up in a basement in Bermondsey with a binding sigil carved into the floor and no way out." "And I got you out." "After three hours." "I had other engagements." "You had a dinner reservation." His mouth twitched. Not a smile. Lucien didn't smile so much as occasionally allow the architecture of his face to rearrange itself. "The restaurant had a six-month waiting list. I wasn't going to forfeit my deposit." She wanted to hit him. She also wanted to ask about the leg, about the raw knuckles, about whatever had driven him across London to a flat he shouldn't have known how to find. But six months ago, in a rain-soaked car park behind a warehouse in Deptford, he'd told her to disappear, and the way he'd said it, without looking at her, his hand already reaching for the car door, had carried the unmistakable weight of goodbye. Not the temporary kind. She picked up the paper. The fold was precise, pharmaceutical. Inside, someone had drawn a sigil in ink so dark it seemed to eat the light around it. The lines pulsed against the cream surface, almost alive, and the smell hit her immediately: burnt copper and ozone and something older, something that made the crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist itch. "Where did you get this?" "It was pinned to my door this morning. With a nail through a photograph." "Of?" "You." The flat shrank. The clutter pressed closer. Ptolemy abandoned his woodcut perch and wound between her ankles, his fur bristling with static. "Who?" she said. "I don't know yet. And I traffick in knowing things, so you'll appreciate why that concerns me." She set the paper down and rubbed her wrist without thinking. The scar tissue felt raised, warmer than the surrounding skin. It hadn't done that in years. "You could have sent someone. You didn't need to come yourself." "No." "Then why?" He studied her. Both eyes, amber and black, held her in place with the focus of a man dissecting a contract for hidden clauses. Then his gaze dropped to her wrist, to the thumb pressed against the little crescent moon of healed skin, and something shifted in his expression. Something he buried before she could name it. "Because they knew, Rory. Whoever left this knew about you and me. Knew we have history. Knew where I live and, I imagine, know where you work, where you sleep, where you order your wretched flat whites at half seven every morning." "I don't drink flat whites." "Americano with oat milk. Forgive me. The nutritional specifics of your caffeine habit are not the point." She almost laughed. It crept up on her, that old reflex, the strange involuntary warmth that his particular brand of precise absurdity had always drawn from her. She killed it before it reached her mouth. "You said thirty seconds. It's been five minutes." "I lied." "You always do." "Not to you." His grip on the cane tightened. "Not about the things that matter." The words landed like a stone in still water. She felt the ripple of them, the concentric rings moving out through the silence of the flat, and she stood very still because if she moved, if she so much as shifted her weight, she'd either close the distance between them or throw him out. Both options terrified her. Lucien's jaw tightened. He pushed himself to his feet, and the effort cost him more than he wanted her to see. One hand braced against the desk, disturbing a cascade of loose manuscript pages that fluttered to the floor like startled birds. "I didn't come here to reopen anything." His voice dropped, stripped of its usual curated control. "I came because someone painted a target on you, and I don't have enough allies to waste one." "Is that what I am? An ally?" "What would you prefer?" "How about the truth?" He stood close now. Close enough that she could smell the bergamot of his cologne cut with something metallic beneath it, recent and sharp. Blood. He was bleeding somewhere under that impeccable suit. "The truth." He turned the word over like a coin he suspected was counterfeit. "The truth is that when I saw that photograph, I forgot about the sigil. Forgot about the nail. Forgot about every protocol I've built to keep myself breathing in this city." The amber eye held hers. The black one pulled at her like gravity. "I came straight here. I didn't call ahead because you would have told me not to come, and I'd have come anyway, and we'd both have to live with you knowing that." Her pulse hammered in her throat. The scar on her wrist burned. "You left me standing in a car park in the rain, Lucien." "Yes." "No explanation. No call. Six months." "Yes." "And now you're in Eva's flat, bleeding on her manuscripts, telling me someone wants me dead, and I'm supposed to just—" "I'm not asking you to forgive anything." His hand lifted from the cane. His fingers hovered near her jaw, a question rather than an answer, close enough that she felt the warmth radiating from his scraped knuckles. "I'm asking you to survive." Ptolemy hissed. Not at them. At the window. They both turned. The glass was dark, reflecting back the dim interior of the flat, the spines of books, the amber glow of the desk lamp. But against the lower pane, where condensation pooled and dripped, something moved. A shape pressed against the outside of the glass, four stories above Brick Lane, where nothing should have been able to reach. The sigil on the paper flared once, a pulse of black light that threw their shadows against the far wall in shapes that didn't match their bodies. Lucien's hand closed around the ivory handle and twisted. The thin blade slid free with a whisper of steel. "Get behind me." "Not a chance." The glass cracked.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags8
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences59
tagDensity0.136
leniency0.271
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
96.98% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1658
totalAiIsmAdverbs1
found
0
adverb"very"
count1
highlights
0"very"
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)
42.70% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1658
totalAiIsms19
found
0
word"measured"
count1
1
word"navigating"
count1
2
word"stomach"
count1
3
word"silence"
count3
4
word"weight"
count3
5
word"flickered"
count1
6
word"efficient"
count1
7
word"pulsed"
count1
8
word"almost alive"
count1
9
word"warmth"
count2
10
word"fluttered"
count1
11
word"pulse"
count2
12
word"whisper"
count1
highlights
0"measured"
1"navigating"
2"stomach"
3"silence"
4"weight"
5"flickered"
6"efficient"
7"pulsed"
8"almost alive"
9"warmth"
10"fluttered"
11"pulse"
12"whisper"
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
narrationSentences110
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences110
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences160
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen45
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1658
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions12
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
100.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions34
wordCount1224
uniqueNames16
maxNameDensity0.41
worstName"Ptolemy"
maxWindowNameDensity1.5
worstWindowName"Three"
discoveredNames
Eva3
British1
Library1
Ptolemy5
Aramaic1
March1
Brick2
Lane2
Moreau1
Marseille1
London3
Limehouse1
Lucien5
Deptford1
Three3
Rory3
persons
0"Eva"
1"Ptolemy"
2"Moreau"
3"Lucien"
4"Rory"
places
0"British"
1"Library"
2"Brick"
3"Lane"
4"Marseille"
5"London"
6"Limehouse"
7"Deptford"
globalScore1
windowScore1
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences60
glossingSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1658
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences160
matches
0"knew that knock"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs86
mean19.28
std21.54
cv1.117
sampleLengths
07
161
214
317
44
559
642
738
87
96
1026
113
1211
132
144
155
169
1770
184
1973
202
212
221
2314
2443
251
262
271
2841
2927
307
3137
326
339
3429
355
363
374
385
3936
4082
415
4256
435
4414
451
461
4722
483
4917
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences110
matches
0"were scraped"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount2
totalVerbs195
matches
0"was already working"
1"was bleeding"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences160
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1230
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount40
adverbRatio0.032520325203252036
lyAdverbCount3
lyAdverbRatio0.0024390243902439024
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences160
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences160
mean10.36
std10.22
cv0.986
sampleLengths
02
15
244
317
414
54
62
71
810
94
1027
1132
1218
132
143
1519
166
179
1823
197
206
212
2213
2311
243
2511
262
274
285
291
308
312
3240
3322
343
353
364
373
385
3925
405
414
4231
432
442
451
466
475
483
493
51.04% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats10
diversityRatio0.34375
totalSentences160
uniqueOpeners55
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount3
totalSentences99
matches
0"Then the second."
1"Then the third."
2"Then his gaze dropped to"
ratio0.03
34.14% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount46
totalSentences99
matches
0"She knew this because she'd"
1"She knew that knock."
2"She pressed her eye to"
3"His platinum hair caught the"
4"She could pretend she wasn't"
5"She pressed her forehead against"
6"She knew she shouldn't in"
7"He looked thinner."
8"His cheekbones, always sharp, now"
9"He leaned on it."
10"His left leg bore less"
11"It never did."
12"She stepped aside."
13"He entered the flat like"
14"His gaze swept the cluttered"
15"He didn't elaborate."
16"He lowered himself into the"
17"His knuckles were scraped raw."
18"She didn't offer tea."
19"She didn't offer anything."
ratio0.465
45.86% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount82
totalSentences99
matches
0"Rory had locked all three."
1"She knew this because she'd"
2"Ptolemy lifted his tabby head"
3"The knock came again."
4"She knew that knock."
5"Rory crossed the narrow flat"
6"She pressed her eye to"
7"Lucien Moreau stood on the"
8"His platinum hair caught the"
9"She could pretend she wasn't"
10"The lights were off except"
11"The cane tapped the door"
12"That particular blend of Marseille"
13"She pressed her forehead against"
14"She knew she shouldn't in"
15"Every bad decision she'd made"
16"The door swung inward."
17"He looked thinner."
18"That was the first thing."
19"His cheekbones, always sharp, now"
ratio0.828
50.51% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences99
matches
0"If she held her breath,"
ratio0.01
53.57% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences40
technicalSentenceCount5
matches
0"Three measured taps with something hard, something that wasn't knuckles."
1"His left leg bore less weight than his right, a slight redistribution that someone who hadn't spent hours sitting across from him at card tables and café corner…"
2"He lowered himself into the only chair not occupied by research materials, a spindle-backed thing that groaned under even his lean frame, and rested both hands …"
3"The lines pulsed against the cream surface, almost alive, and the smell hit her immediately: burnt copper and ozone and something older, something that made the…"
4"One hand braced against the desk, disturbing a cascade of loose manuscript pages that fluttered to the floor like startled birds."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags8
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags1
fancyCount0
fancyTags(empty)
dialogueSentences59
tagDensity0.017
leniency0.034
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
89.1602%