Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8X2XM4XMFRQZBT0749Y410

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1m 23s
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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 because she'd counted the clicks twice before sliding the chain into place, the way Eva taught her the first week she'd moved to London. Muscle memory now. Lock, lock, lock, chain. Safe. The knock came in threes. Soft. Patient. The kind of knock that said *I know you're home and I'll wait all night.* Ptolemy lifted his head from the stack of Sumerian lexicons he'd claimed as a bed. His ears flattened. "Yeah," Rory muttered. "Me too." She crossed the narrow hallway, books crunching underfoot where Eva's research had migrated off the shelves and onto the floor like academic sediment. Through the peephole, a fish-eye distortion of platinum blond hair and tailored charcoal wool. One amber eye. One black. Both fixed on the door as though he could see straight through it. Lucien Moreau. On Brick Lane. At half-eleven on a Wednesday. Her hand hovered over the first deadbolt. The crescent scar on her left wrist caught the light from the hallway's bare bulb, a pale little moon against her skin. She curled her fingers into a fist, released them. Turned the first lock. The second. The third. She left the chain on and opened the door four inches. "No." "Bonsoir to you as well." "Whatever it is, no. I'm not home." "And yet here you are." His gaze dropped to the gap between door and frame, cataloguing her in that way he had, like she was a document written in small print. "You've changed your hair." "I washed it. Revolutionary concept. What do you want, Lucien?" He leaned on the ivory-handled cane. Not because he needed it, she knew. The lean was performance, a way of making himself smaller, less threatening. She'd watched him put that cane through a man's thigh in Bermondsey without breaking his stride. The memory sat between them like a third person in the corridor. "I have information. Time-sensitive. Regarding a matter we discussed in March." "We discussed a lot of things in March." "We did." Something shifted behind his expression. A crack in the porcelain. Gone before she could name it. The smell of cumin and turmeric drifted up from the curry house below. Somewhere on the street, a car alarm shrieked and died. Rory's grip on the door tightened. "You could've called." "You blocked my number." "And my email." "I noticed." "So what part of that said 'come round for a chat'?" "The part where someone is going to die if I don't." He paused. Let it land. "May I come in?" Rory stared at him through the four-inch gap. The hallway behind him was peeling wallpaper and stained carpet, and he stood in the middle of it like a pressed orchid in a skip. His suit was new, or at least she'd never seen it. Three-piece, charcoal with the faintest pinstripe, cut close enough to show the lines of his shoulders. A bruise darkened the left side of his jaw, half-hidden by the upturned collar of his shirt. She unhooked the chain. He stepped inside and the flat shrank. It was already small, Eva's books colonising every surface, stacked on chairs and wedged into the gap between the fridge and the wall, scrolls unfurling from shelves like paper waterfalls. Lucien navigated the chaos with surgical precision, his cane tucked under one arm, not touching a single spine. Ptolemy hissed from his lexicon throne. "Charming animal." "He's an excellent judge of character." Lucien's mouth twitched. Not a smile. Something adjacent. He stopped in the centre of the sitting room, or what passed for one, a patch of carpet between the sofa and a desk buried under photocopied manuscripts. He didn't sit. He never sat without invitation, she remembered. Old-world manners wrapped around something that wasn't old-world at all. "Tea?" The word left her mouth before she could stop it. "If you're offering." She wasn't. She'd offered out of reflex, the same way she locked the deadbolts, the same way she flinched when men raised their voices. Autopilot. She turned toward the kitchen anyway because it gave her something to do with her hands. The kitchen was a galley, barely wide enough for one. She filled the kettle, set it on the hob, pulled two mugs from the shelf. One said WORLD'S OKAYEST RESEARCHER, Eva's favourite. The other was plain white with a chip on the rim. She gave Lucien the chipped one. Petty. Satisfying. His reflection moved in the dark window above the sink. He'd positioned himself by the bookshelf nearest the door, scanning the titles. Always scanning. Always filing things away in that cathedral of a mind. "Eva's in Reykjavik," Rory said without turning around. "Whatever this is, she's not part of it." "I know where Eva is. I came for you." The kettle's whistle saved her from responding. She poured, dunked bags, let the tannins bleed dark. Bought herself thirty seconds of silence. When she turned, he'd picked up a scroll from the desk. His long fingers held the edges with the care of someone who understood what old paper cost. "Put that down." He set it back. No argument. No deflection. She handed him the chipped mug. Their fingers didn't touch. She made sure of it. "Talk." "The matter in March. The sigils found in Whitechapel." "You told me that was handled." "I told you what I believed at the time." "You told me what was convenient." His jaw tightened. The bruise flexed with it, violet and green in the flat's bad lighting. Someone had hit him hard and recently. "Who gave you that?" She nodded at his jaw. "An associate with a disagreement." "Must've been a loud disagreement." "The loudest ones leave no marks at all." He held her gaze. She looked away first. Hated herself for it. "The Whitechapel sigils," he continued, and his voice dropped half a register, the way it did when he was choosing each word like ammunition, "are part of a larger sequence. Seven locations across East London. The seventh was found this morning in a cellar beneath a barber's shop on Commercial Street. Two hundred metres from where we're standing." Cold moved through her. Not fear, not exactly. More like the feeling before fear, the animal awareness of a perimeter being breached. "And the person who's going to die?" "Persons. Plural. The sequence, when completed, constitutes a summoning framework. Third-circle Avarosi. My father's people." He said it the way other men said *my accountant* or *my plumber.* Flat. Factual. As though the demon blood in his veins was a line item on a tax return. "You're telling me someone is summoning a demon two hundred metres from this flat, and you came here to warn me." "I came here because you're the only person in this city who can read Avarosi script without going mad." Rory set her mug on the counter. The tea was too hot. She hadn't added milk. Her tongue burned and she didn't care. "That's why you came." "Yes." "Not because of March." His mismatched eyes held hers. Amber and black, fire and void. She'd made the mistake of staring into them once, in a cab crossing Waterloo Bridge at four in the morning, his hand on her knee, her breath against his collar. The memory lived in her body, not her mind. Muscle memory of a different kind. "March is over," he said. "Funny. Doesn't feel over." "What would you like me to say?" "The truth. Once. Just to see how it fits in your mouth." He set the chipped mug down on Eva's desk, beside the scroll he'd been told not to touch. His fingers lingered on the rim. She watched his thumb trace the chip, back and forth, the way someone worries a rosary. "The truth is that I should have told you what the Whitechapel sigils meant in March. The truth is that I kept it from you because the information put you in proximity to people who would've killed you without a second thought. The truth is that keeping you safe and keeping you close were not the same thing, and I chose wrong." The flat was quiet. The curry house below had closed. No more cumin. Just the ghost of it. "You chose for me," Rory said. "That's the part you're skipping." "I know." "I've had enough of men who choose for me to last several lifetimes, Lucien." Something buckled behind his eyes. He straightened, both hands on the cane, and for a moment he looked exactly like what he was: a man who was half of something else, caught perpetually between worlds, belonging fully to neither. "I'm not him." "No. You're worse. Because I actually trusted you." Ptolemy jumped from his stack of books and wound between Rory's ankles, rumbling. She bent, scratched behind his ears. The motion hid her face. She needed the three seconds of invisibility. When she stood, Lucien hadn't moved. But the cane had shifted in his grip, the ivory handle rotated slightly, the way it did when he was agitated and trying not to show it. "Two hundred metres," she said. "Give or take." "How long before the sequence activates?" "Forty-eight hours. Perhaps less. The lunar window closes Friday at dawn." She pressed her back against the kitchen counter and crossed her arms. The posture was armour and they both knew it. "If I do this, I do it my way. You share everything. Every sigil, every translation, every contact. Nothing held back. Nothing curated for my protection." "Agreed." "And when it's done, you disappear. Properly this time. No showing up on Brick Lane at midnight." He studied her the way he'd studied the scroll. With reverence. With the precise awareness of someone holding something he was about to lose. "If that's what you want." "It is." "Then you have my word." She didn't trust his word. He knew she didn't trust his word. The knowledge sat between them alongside everything else, the Bermondsey night, the Waterloo cab, the phone calls that had stretched past three in the morning, the silence that had swallowed them after. "Show me the sigil photographs." He reached inside his jacket and produced a dark leather folio. The movement pulled his collar aside, and beneath the bruise on his jaw she caught a second mark. Lower. On the curve of his neck. Not a bruise. A burn. The blackened edge of a sigil seared into skin. "Lucien." "The photographs." He held the folio between them like a wall. She took it. Opened it. Seven glossy prints, the kind developed in a darkroom, not a pharmacy. Each showed a different wall, a different cellar, a different surface, all bearing the same angular script, deep-grooved and deliberate. She recognised the root language at once. Avarosi. The characters crawled across her vision and something behind her left eye pulsed, a pressure, a heat. She closed the folio. "This isn't third-circle." His silence confirmed it. "This is first-circle. You lied. Already. Before the ink was dry on your promise." "I understated." "Understated." She laughed, sharp, mirthless. "A first-circle Avarosi summoning with a forty-eight-hour window and you *understated.*" "Would you have agreed if I'd told you the full scope at the door?" "We'll never know, will we? Because you chose for me. Again." She threw the folio onto Eva's desk. It knocked the chipped mug sideways. Cold tea bled across a stack of photocopied cuneiform tablets, and neither of them moved to stop it. Ptolemy bolted for the bedroom. Rory stepped forward. Close. Closer than she'd planned. She could smell his cologne, cedar and something underneath that wasn't cologne at all, something sulfuric and faint that she'd tasted once on his mouth and never been able to forget. "One more lie," she said. "One. And I walk. I don't care what comes through." His chin dipped. A fraction. That was as close to surrender as Lucien Moreau ever got. "Understood." "Good." She reached past him for her jacket, draped over the back of Eva's desk chair. Her arm brushed his chest. Neither of them breathed. "Then let's go see this cellar before someone opens a door that doesn't close."
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags15
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences79
tagDensity0.19
leniency0.38
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
97.54% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2031
totalAiIsmAdverbs1
found
0
adverb"slightly"
count1
highlights
0"slightly"
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)
77.84% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2031
totalAiIsms9
found
0
word"porcelain"
count1
1
word"navigated"
count1
2
word"scanning"
count2
3
word"silence"
count3
4
word"framework"
count1
5
word"pulsed"
count1
highlights
0"porcelain"
1"navigated"
2"scanning"
3"silence"
4"framework"
5"pulsed"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"without second thought"
count1
highlights
0"without a second thought"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences169
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences169
filterMatches
0"know"
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences233
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen62
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans4
markdownWords14
totalWords2031
ratio0.007
matches
0"I know you're home and I'll wait all night."
1"my accountant"
2"my plumber."
3"understated."
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions24
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
100.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions45
wordCount1445
uniqueNames17
maxNameDensity0.62
worstName"Rory"
maxWindowNameDensity1.5
worstWindowName"Lucien"
discoveredNames
Eva7
London1
Ptolemy4
Sumerian1
Moreau2
Brick1
Lane1
Wednesday1
Bermondsey2
Let1
Lucien6
Cold2
Flat1
Waterloo2
Bridge1
Rory9
One3
persons
0"Eva"
1"Ptolemy"
2"Moreau"
3"Lucien"
4"Cold"
5"Rory"
6"One"
places
0"London"
1"Brick"
2"Lane"
3"Bermondsey"
4"Waterloo"
5"Bridge"
globalScore1
windowScore1
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences92
glossingSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount2031
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount2
totalSentences233
matches
0"put that cane"
1"faint that she'd"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs117
mean17.36
std17.13
cv0.987
sampleLengths
07
134
222
318
45
555
610
742
82
92
1011
111
125
137
1435
1510
1653
1711
188
192
2016
2129
223
234
243
252
2611
2720
2877
294
3055
316
322
336
3456
3511
363
3741
3851
3934
4016
419
4222
4328
443
458
4615
471
489
496
99.03% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount3
totalSentences169
matches
0"being breached"
1"been told"
2"was agitated"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount2
totalVerbs247
matches
0"was peeling"
1"was choosing"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences233
ratio0
matches(empty)
94.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1454
adjectiveStacks1
stackExamples
0"bent, scratched behind his"
adverbCount35
adverbRatio0.024071526822558458
lyAdverbCount7
lyAdverbRatio0.004814305364511692
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences233
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences233
mean8.72
std8.3
cv0.952
sampleLengths
02
15
226
33
44
51
65
71
81
915
1015
113
123
132
1423
1514
163
172
1813
192
203
215
227
2322
249
254
262
272
2811
291
305
317
3231
334
3410
356
367
3712
3816
3912
4011
418
422
435
445
456
4613
4710
486
493
59.08% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats14
diversityRatio0.3905579399141631
totalSentences233
uniqueOpeners91
95.92% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount4
totalSentences139
matches
0"Somewhere on the street, a"
1"Always filing things away in"
2"More like the feeling before"
3"Just the ghost of it."
ratio0.029
44.46% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount61
totalSentences139
matches
0"She knew because she'd counted"
1"His ears flattened."
2"She crossed the narrow hallway,"
3"Her hand hovered over the"
4"She curled her fingers into"
5"She left the chain on"
6"His gaze dropped to the"
7"He leaned on the ivory-handled"
8"She'd watched him put that"
9"His suit was new, or"
10"She unhooked the chain."
11"He stepped inside and the"
12"It was already small, Eva's"
13"He stopped in the centre"
14"He didn't sit."
15"He never sat without invitation,"
16"She'd offered out of reflex,"
17"She turned toward the kitchen"
18"She filled the kettle, set"
19"She gave Lucien the chipped"
ratio0.439
75.11% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount107
totalSentences139
matches
0"Rory had locked all three."
1"She knew because she'd counted"
2"Muscle memory now."
3"The knock came in threes."
4"The kind of knock that"
5"Ptolemy lifted his head from"
6"His ears flattened."
7"She crossed the narrow hallway,"
8"Both fixed on the door"
9"Her hand hovered over the"
10"The crescent scar on her"
11"She curled her fingers into"
12"She left the chain on"
13"His gaze dropped to the"
14"He leaned on the ivory-handled"
15"The lean was performance, a"
16"She'd watched him put that"
17"The memory sat between them"
18"Something shifted behind his expression."
19"A crack in the porcelain."
ratio0.77
35.97% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount1
totalSentences139
matches
0"As though the demon blood"
ratio0.007
60.44% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences52
technicalSentenceCount6
matches
0"The kind of knock that said *I know you're home and I'll wait all night.*"
1"It was already small, Eva's books colonising every surface, stacked on chairs and wedged into the gap between the fridge and the wall, scrolls unfurling from sh…"
2"Old-world manners wrapped around something that wasn't old-world at all."
3"As though the demon blood in his veins was a line item on a tax return."
4"He straightened, both hands on the cane, and for a moment he looked exactly like what he was: a man who was half of something else, caught perpetually between w…"
5"The knowledge sat between them alongside everything else, the Bermondsey night, the Waterloo cab, the phone calls that had stretched past three in the morning, …"
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags15
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags8
fancyCount3
fancyTags
0"Rory muttered (mutter)"
1"he continued (continue)"
2"She laughed (laugh)"
dialogueSentences79
tagDensity0.101
leniency0.203
rawRatio0.375
effectiveRatio0.076
91.3134%