Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8VBJKC575RN7WS7P03XJ6V

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1m 23s
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$0.094095
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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
The third deadbolt stuck. It always stuck. Rory shouldered the door open and found Lucien Moreau standing in Eva's hallway, one hand resting on his ivory-handled cane, the other holding a bottle of Sancerre like a peace offering he hadn't earned. "No." "Bonsoir to you as well." She blocked the doorway with her body. Ptolemy threaded between her ankles, the traitorous tabby already purring at the scent of expensive cologne drifting up the stairwell. Cumin and garlic from the curry house below fought a losing battle against it, that particular blend of vetiver and something darker she'd never been able to name. "Eva's not here." "I know." He hadn't moved. Hadn't shifted his weight or angled for a better position. Lucien never fidgeted. He stood the way a card player held a winning hand, loose and patient, his mismatched eyes, one amber, one black, fixed on her face with an attention that felt like a physical thing. "I came for you." "Then you wasted a trip." She pushed the door. His cane caught it. Not hard, not aggressive, just the ivory handle slotting neatly into the gap between door and frame with the precision of someone who'd done this before. To other doors. Other people. The thin blade hidden inside that cane had opened worse things than locks. "Five minutes, Aurora." Her full name. He only used it when he wanted her off-balance. "Three." She turned her back on him and walked into the flat. A calculated risk. Lucien respected thresholds, and she hadn't invited him in, not properly, but the open door served as close enough for a half-demon with selective manners. His footsteps followed, careful on the warped floorboards. She heard him catalogue the space, knew what he saw: Eva's organised chaos, the scrolls and leather-bound notebooks stacked on every surface, the kitchenette buried under research notes about ley lines and Sumerian binding circles. A mug of cold tea sat on the windowsill. Rory had forgotten it that morning. She forgot most things these days that weren't deliveries or deadbolts. Ptolemy leapt onto the arm of the sofa and stared at Lucien with an expression that bordered on worship. "Your cat remembers me." "Eva's cat. And he's a terrible judge of character." Lucien set the wine on the counter beside a stack of photocopied grimoire pages. His charcoal suit fit him the way tailored things fit people who'd never once questioned whether they deserved beautiful clothes. She watched his hands, manicured and steady, and hated herself for the inventory her body performed without permission. Still slim. Still that scar along his right knuckles where a binding sigil had misfired. Still wearing the silver ring on his index finger, the one he twisted when he was lying. He wasn't twisting it now. "You changed your hair," he said. "You changed your phone number. Seems we've both been busy." Something moved behind his expression. A flinch wearing the costume of composure. He leaned the cane against the counter and folded his arms, which made him look almost human, almost like a man standing in a kitchen instead of an information broker who trafficked in secrets the way other people traded stocks. "I had reasons." "Brilliant ones, I'm sure. You always do." She pulled open a drawer, fished out a corkscrew, and set it beside the Sancerre. Not an offering. A test. If he opened the bottle, he planned to stay. If he didn't touch it, this was business. He ignored the wine. Business, then. "There's movement in the Avaros channels. New contracts. Someone's buying up debts, Aurora, the old kind. Blood-ink, soul-collateral. The sort of paper that hasn't circulated since the Marseille Accords." "And this concerns me how?" "Three of the debts trace back to names in Eva's research. People she's been corresponding with. Demonologists, hedge-witches, a retired Keeper in Edinburgh." He paused. The amber eye caught the kitchen light and held it like a coal. "And one traces back to a Brendan Carter. Barrister. Cardiff." The air left the room. Not literally. The flat didn't shift, the walls didn't close, Ptolemy kept purring on the sofa arm. But Rory's lungs forgot their function for one perfect, terrible second, and in that second Lucien saw everything. She knew he did. Reading people was his trade, his art, his particular cruelty. "Say that again." "Your father's name appeared on a soul-debt contract dated nineteen ninety-seven. The year you were born." His voice carried the same tone he used for everything: measured, unhurried, as if the information were wine he was aerating. "I verified it twice. I wouldn't bring you something I hadn't verified." "You wouldn't bring me anything. That was the arrangement. Your words, Lucien. Nets coupés. Clean cut. Remember?" "I remember everything." He stepped closer. One step. The kitchen shrank around them, cramped already and now suffocating with his proximity. She could see the hollow at the base of his throat, the way his pulse beat there, human and warm despite the demon blood laced through his veins. She remembered pressing her mouth to that spot once, three months ago, in the back room of a Soho auction house while gunfire rang through the gallery above them. An adrenaline kiss, she'd told herself afterwards. A mistake you could fold into the panic of surviving. He hadn't called it a mistake. He'd called it inevitable. Then he'd disappeared for eleven weeks. "You left." "I left to keep you out of this exact situation. Soul-debt brokers don't negotiate, they collect. And anyone connected to a debtor becomes leverage." His jaw tightened. "I made myself scarce so no one would connect us." "Noble." "Practical." "You could have told me." "And you would have done what? Something clever. Something reckless." The ring on his index finger caught light as he gestured. Still not twisting it. "You would have gone to Cardiff, confronted your father, started pulling threads. And every thread in this web has teeth." She wanted to throw the corkscrew at him. She wanted to grab that perfectly knotted tie and pull until he stopped speaking in riddles and half-truths, until he told her what he'd actually felt in that back room with plaster dust in their hair and his hands shaking against her spine. Because she'd felt them shake. Lucien Moreau, who brokered deals between demons and arms dealers without blinking, had trembled when he kissed her. She picked up the Sancerre instead. Drove the corkscrew in with more force than the cork deserved. "My father is a solicitor who argues property disputes and coaches under-twelve rugby on Saturdays. He doesn't make soul-debt contracts." "People do extraordinary things for their children." The cork came free with a sound like a small gasp. She poured into a mug, the only clean vessel, and drank. The wine tasted of green apple and bad decisions. "Show me the contract." "Not here. The documents are in a secure location, and I won't risk bringing originals through East London when half the Avaros network has feelers in this borough." "Then why come at all?" He reached out. Slow, telegraphed, giving her every opportunity to step back. His fingers found the crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist, the one she'd carried since she was seven, and traced it with a touch so light it might have been imagined. But she felt it in her sternum. In the roots of her teeth. "Because the collector assigned to your father's debt is a name I know. A name that doesn't leave survivors, doesn't renegotiate, doesn't extend. He arrives in London this Friday." "Who?" "Someone I can handle. If you let me." "The last time I let you handle something, you vanished for three months and I had to hear through Silas that you were alive." "Eleven weeks." "Oh, brilliant, you kept count." "I kept count of everything." His thumb rested on her pulse. She didn't pull away. "Every day. Every reason I invented not to come here. Every night I stood outside that bar on Clerkenwell and watched your light go on and told myself you were safer with me on the pavement." The flat felt airless. Below them, the curry house's extractor fan hummed its industrial lullaby, and somewhere on Brick Lane a taxi honked, and London carried on being London while Rory stood in a kitchen full of grimoires with a half-demon's hand on her wrist and her father's soul apparently signed away the year she drew her first breath. "Friday." "Friday." "Then we have three days." "We?" She set the mug down. Looked at him, his sharp face and his split-coloured stare and the careful way he held himself apart from her, close enough to touch but braced for rejection the way soldiers braced for shrapnel. "You don't get to show up, drop a bomb, and manage this alone. Not again. Not with my father's name on the paper." His mouth twitched. Not a smile. Something more dangerous. "You'll need to come with me tonight. The documents, the timeline, the profile of the collector. It's all at my place in Marylebone." "Of course it is." "I have a spare room." "Of course you do." She drained the mug, grabbed Eva's keys from the hook by the door, and scooped Ptolemy off the sofa. The cat protested with a theatrical yowl. "How'd you get past the street door?" "Your neighbour Mrs. Khatun let me in. Told her I was your solicitor." "In a suit like that? She'll think I'm in serious trouble." Lucien retrieved his cane and held the door open, his body framed against the dim hallway light, and for one unguarded moment the mask slipped and she saw it, exhaustion scored into every line of his face, the particular weariness of someone who'd spent eleven weeks holding back a tide with his bare hands. "You are in serious trouble, Aurora." She locked all three deadbolts. The third one stuck. It always stuck. "Then we'd better move." She pushed past him down the stairs, and his hand found the small of her back, guiding her through the narrow passage, warm through her jacket. She didn't shake it off. The curry house kitchen clanged and sizzled behind its service door as they passed, a wall of turmeric and hot oil thick enough to taste. Brick Lane opened before them, slick with earlier rain, neon from the halal butcher's sign painting the pavement in bleeding strips of red and green. A black car idled at the kerb. She hadn't noticed it walking in. Lucien opened the rear door and waited. "One condition," she said. "Name it." "When this is done, when Friday's handled and my father's clear, you tell me what happened in that back room. The real version. Not the practical one." His fingers tightened on the cane. The ring on his index finger caught the neon light. He twisted it. Once. "Get in the car, Rory."
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags10
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences62
tagDensity0.161
leniency0.323
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
97.25% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1819
totalAiIsmAdverbs1
found
0
adverb"perfectly"
count1
highlights
0"perfectly"
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)
75.26% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1819
totalAiIsms9
found
0
word"weight"
count1
1
word"calculated"
count1
2
word"footsteps"
count1
3
word"perfect"
count1
4
word"measured"
count1
5
word"pulse"
count2
6
word"trembled"
count1
7
word"traced"
count1
highlights
0"weight"
1"calculated"
2"footsteps"
3"perfect"
4"measured"
5"pulse"
6"trembled"
7"traced"
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
narrationSentences108
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences108
filterMatches
0"look"
hedgeMatches(empty)
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
maxSentenceWordsSeen56
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1819
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions13
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
100.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions35
wordCount1249
uniqueNames13
maxNameDensity0.72
worstName"Lucien"
maxWindowNameDensity1.5
worstWindowName"Lucien"
discoveredNames
Lucien9
Moreau2
Eva3
Sancerre3
Hadn1
Sumerian1
Ptolemy4
Rory4
One1
Soho1
Brick2
Lane2
London2
persons
0"Lucien"
1"Moreau"
2"Eva"
3"Ptolemy"
4"Rory"
5"One"
places
0"Soho"
1"Brick"
2"Lane"
3"London"
globalScore1
windowScore1
74.24% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences66
glossingSentenceCount2
matches
0"felt like a physical thing"
1"father's soul apparently signed away the yea"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches1
per1kWords0.55
wordCount1819
matches
0"not properly, but the open door served as close enough for a half-demon with s"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences160
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs85
mean21.4
std24.33
cv1.137
sampleLengths
041
11
25
355
43
556
65
752
83
912
101
11108
1219
134
149
1584
165
176
1810
1952
203
2144
224
232
2429
255
2648
275
2849
293
3049
3117
3295
3310
346
352
3637
371
381
395
4045
4174
4217
4320
447
4531
464
4728
485
4956
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences108
matches
0"been imagined"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount3
totalVerbs214
matches
0"was lying"
1"wasn't twisting"
2"was aerating"
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
wordCount1257
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount38
adverbRatio0.030230708035003977
lyAdverbCount8
lyAdverbRatio0.006364359586316627
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
mean11.37
std10.91
cv0.959
sampleLengths
04
13
234
31
45
57
620
728
83
95
1010
113
1234
134
145
154
164
1726
183
192
2013
213
223
239
241
2511
263
2725
288
2935
309
316
3211
3319
344
359
3614
3720
3818
392
4013
4117
425
436
4410
455
467
4740
483
4922
57.29% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats10
diversityRatio0.38125
totalSentences160
uniqueOpeners61
68.03% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount2
totalSentences98
matches
0"Still wearing the silver ring"
1"Then he'd disappeared for eleven"
ratio0.02
40.41% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount44
totalSentences98
matches
0"It always stuck."
1"She blocked the doorway with"
2"He hadn't moved"
3"He stood the way a"
4"She pushed the door."
5"His cane caught it."
6"Her full name."
7"He only used it when"
8"She turned her back on"
9"His footsteps followed, careful on"
10"She heard him catalogue the"
11"She forgot most things these"
12"His charcoal suit fit him"
13"She watched his hands, manicured"
14"He wasn't twisting it now."
15"He leaned the cane against"
16"She pulled open a drawer,"
17"He ignored the wine."
18"She knew he did."
19"His voice carried the same"
ratio0.449
56.94% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount79
totalSentences98
matches
0"The third deadbolt stuck."
1"It always stuck."
2"Rory shouldered the door open"
3"She blocked the doorway with"
4"Ptolemy threaded between her ankles,"
5"Cumin and garlic from the"
6"He hadn't moved"
7"Lucien never fidgeted."
8"He stood the way a"
9"She pushed the door."
10"His cane caught it."
11"The thin blade hidden inside"
12"Her full name."
13"He only used it when"
14"She turned her back on"
15"A calculated risk."
16"Lucien respected thresholds, and she"
17"His footsteps followed, careful on"
18"She heard him catalogue the"
19"A mug of cold tea"
ratio0.806
100.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount4
totalSentences98
matches
0"To other doors."
1"If he opened the bottle,"
2"If he didn't touch it,"
3"Because she'd felt them shake."
ratio0.041
3.48% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences41
technicalSentenceCount8
matches
0"He stood the way a card player held a winning hand, loose and patient, his mismatched eyes, one amber, one black, fixed on her face with an attention that felt …"
1"Not hard, not aggressive, just the ivory handle slotting neatly into the gap between door and frame with the precision of someone who'd done this before."
2"She forgot most things these days that weren't deliveries or deadbolts."
3"His charcoal suit fit him the way tailored things fit people who'd never once questioned whether they deserved beautiful clothes."
4"He leaned the cane against the counter and folded his arms, which made him look almost human, almost like a man standing in a kitchen instead of an information …"
5"She wanted to grab that perfectly knotted tie and pull until he stopped speaking in riddles and half-truths, until he told her what he'd actually felt in that b…"
6"Lucien retrieved his cane and held the door open, his body framed against the dim hallway light, and for one unguarded moment the mask slipped and she saw it, e…"
7"Brick Lane opened before them, slick with earlier rain, neon from the halal butcher's sign painting the pavement in bleeding strips of red and green."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags10
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags2
fancyCount0
fancyTags(empty)
dialogueSentences62
tagDensity0.032
leniency0.065
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
89.0968%