Run: 2026-03-18-01KM07ZJJ33A60F2YBXHJMNQRD

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14.4s
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$0.012488
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OpenAI

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System
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 had never stopped him before. Aurora Carter yanked the flat door open on the first chain and found Lucien Moreau filling the narrow gap like a threat dressed for an opera. His charcoal coat framed his shoulders cleanly. His cane rested against the stair rail, ivory handle gleaming under the weak hall light. One amber eye and one black one fixed on her face with equal precision, as if he were measuring the damage he had caused and deciding whether to laugh. Rory’s fingers tightened around the edge of the door. “Absolutely not.” Lucien’s gaze dropped to the chain, then returned to her mouth. “Bonsoir to you too, ma chérie.” She tried to shut the door in his face. He caught it with one gloved hand, not forcing it, not leaving either. “Get out.” “If I could, I would not have climbed four flights of stairs to be insulted by a woman with such excellent timing.” “Wrong flat. Wrong building. Wrong planet.” He leaned in just enough for her to catch the expensive bite of his aftershave, cedar and something darker beneath it, resin and smoke and a scent that dragged old memories up by the throat. Her pulse kicked once, hard. “Eva is inside,” he said. At the sound of her name, Rory’s mouth went dry. She kept her face flat. “What have you done.” Lucien’s lip tilted. Not quite a smile. “How rude. You assume guilt before greeting me properly.” “I’m one breath away from slamming this door on your fingers.” “And yet you have not.” His black eye flicked over her shoulder, into the flat behind her. Rory heard the scrape of a chair leg, Ptolemy’s offended yowl, then the heavy patter of a cat stalking away through the clutter. “Take the chain off,” Lucien said. “No.” “Rory.” The way he said it went clean through her spine. Not soft. Not pleading. Familiar in the worst possible way. She opened the chain. Lucien stepped in with the silence of a knife sliding free. The flat swallowed him whole and did not know what to do with it. Books crowded the narrow surfaces, stacked and slanted and spilling. Scrolls lay under mugs, notes pinned to the wall with mismatched magnets. Ptolemy emerged from behind a basket of papers, tail puffed, and fixed Lucien with the dead-eyed judgment only a cat could manage. “Even the cat remembers me,” Lucien said. “Ptolemy has taste.” “He seems to think I am an intruder.” “You are.” Rory shut the door and threw the deadbolt with enough force to rattle the frame. Then the second. Then the third. Her hand came back to her side before she realised it had begun to shake. Lucien watched the movement, one brow lifting. “Still locking doors like a prisoner.” “Still entering places you weren’t invited.” “Then we have both kept our habits.” She folded her arms. “Say what you came to say and leave.” He glanced at the books, the notes, the half-open laptop on the low table. “You have not changed your funeral pyre. How charming. Chaos with footnotes.” “Lucien.” He looked at her properly then, and the room seemed to narrow around that strange pair of eyes. Rory hated that. Hated the fact that her body knew him before her temper could organise itself. Hated the old, stupid pull low in her stomach, the one that had once made every warning sound like static. He set two fingers on the back of a chair and bent slightly, elegant as a man entering a theatre box. “Eva is in trouble.” Rory laughed once, sharp and humourless. “That’s your opener? You turn up at my door after six months and lead with a melodrama?” “Six months, three days, and fourteen hours,” he said. Her throat tightened. He lifted one shoulder. “I keep records.” “Of course you do.” “She is missing.” The words went still in the room. Rory stared at him. “Missing how.” Lucien’s jaw flexed. “The inconvenient kind.” “Lucien.” “She did not answer her mobile. She missed two meetings. Her neighbour heard a struggle through the wall.” He let the last word settle between them. “Someone took her from the flat on Brick Lane.” Ptolemy hissed from the table. Rory’s heartbeat thudded once, hard enough to sting. “Why come here.” “Because she left this with your name on it.” He reached into his inner pocket and placed a folded piece of paper on the table between a tower of annotated books and a ceramic dish full of keys. His hand hovered over it for one beat too long before he withdrew. Rory did not touch it yet. “What is it.” “Open it.” She stared at him. “You don’t get to give orders in my flat.” Lucien’s eyes moved over her face, over the set of her mouth, the line of her jaw. “No. I suppose I do not.” That should have felt like victory. Instead it left a bruise. Rory snatched up the paper and unfolded it. Three words. Eva’s slanted handwriting, cramped at the edges as if she had written in a hurry. Trust Lucien. Rory felt the room tilt. She looked up slowly. “You have got to be joking.” Lucien took his cane from the rail and set the handle against his palm. “I do not joke about abducted friends.” “Eva would sooner trust a fox in a chicken coop than you.” “Your friend has excellent judgement.” “She thinks you’re dangerous.” He gave her a look that made the insult sit strangely on his face. “She is not wrong.” Rory’s fingers crushed the note. “Why did she write your name.” “Because she is clever.” “You two have been speaking behind my back.” His expression did not change. “You say that like it surprises you.” Something hot moved behind her ribs. Rory crossed the room in three fast steps and stabbed a finger at his chest. The wool of his coat felt immaculate under her knuckle. Infuriating. Expensive. Solid. “You don’t get to walk in here, after everything, and act like you belong. You don’t get to bring Eva into this with one neat little note and think I’ll forget what you did.” His gaze dropped to her finger, then rose. “Remove your hand before I forget myself.” “Or what?” “Or I become less polite.” Her breath caught on a laugh that had no humour in it. “That ship sailed.” The smallest shift entered his face. Not pain. Not quite. Something colder, sharper. “You left.” The words cracked through the air between them. Rory went still. Lucien’s cane clicked once against the floor as he shifted his weight. “You vanished without a word. You blocked three numbers and one very expensive line of communication. I had to hear from a third party that you survived.” “A third party.” “Yes.” His mouth flattened. “That was delightful for my pride.” She stepped back before she could stop herself. The flat felt smaller with every breath. Ptolemy hopped down from the table and slunk between them, tail high, as if he meant to divide territory. Rory swallowed. “You don’t get to sound wounded. Not after you lied to me.” “I lied to keep you alive.” “You expect me to clap for that?” “No.” Lucien’s voice went very quiet. “I expect you to remember that I chose you over a great many other things.” The words landed like a hand on the throat. She had heard them before, once, in a room full of smoke and blood and broken glass, when the city had still felt like a trap and Lucien had stood between her and something with too many teeth. Back then she had believed he meant it. Back then she had not known what else he had hidden from her. Rory laughed under her breath, bitter and rough. “You really know how to make an entrance.” “I have had practice.” “On everyone else.” “On you in particular.” Her mouth tightened. “That supposed to charm me.” “No.” He took one step closer. Rory refused to move, though every nerve in her body had started to hum. His coat brushed the edge of the table. The scent of him swallowed the room, neat and dangerous. “It is supposed to remind you that whatever this is, it is larger than our little tragedy.” “Our little tragedy.” She repeated the words like she might spit them back at him. “You think this is small.” His gaze sharpened. “You think I came here to trade insults.” “You came here because you needed me.” He did not deny it. That made her pulse trip. Lucien set the cane against his shoulder and tipped his head. “Yes.” The honesty of it knocked the air out of her. He went on, each word clipped, measured. “Eva’s flat was turned over. Not by police. Not by human thieves. The marks on the walls were old, and someone killed the wards before they breached the front door. Your friend had enough sense to leave a message before she ran. She also had enough sense to know that she needed the one person in London who would not waste time asking the wrong questions.” Rory looked at the note again, the ink pressed deep enough to score the paper. “Why not go to the police.” Lucien’s expression went flat. “Because this is not a police matter.” “What do they want.” “I have not had the pleasure of asking them.” “That’s not an answer.” “It is the only one I have.” Rory turned from him and dragged a hand through her hair. The flat pressed in around her, all its clutter and books and sticky notes, all the fragile proof that she had built a life here with her own hands. She did not look at him when she spoke. “Who took her.” “Unknown. At first.” She faced him. “At first.” Lucien reached into his coat again and withdrew a black card. No name. No logo. Only a silver sigil pressed into the surface, angular and old. Rory took it, and the skin at her wrist prickled where the crescent scar crossed bone. “The courier who delivered this,” he said, “died in the alley behind a bookmaker’s off Brick Lane.” Her stomach tightened. “And you brought it here.” “I brought it to you.” “Why.” His gaze held hers with awful steadiness. “Because your name was on the reverse.” Rory flipped the card. Her own handwriting stared back at her from the glossy black. LAILA The room went silent except for the distant thrum of traffic through the window and Ptolemy’s low growl. She read the word twice, then again, as if it might rearrange itself into something less obscene. “That is not possible.” “No.” Her mouth went dry. She had not used that name in months. Not since the night she had told him never to call her that again. Not since she had burned one life down and walked out of another. She raised her eyes. “How does anyone have that.” Lucien’s amber eye flashed. “That is what I came to ask.” A knock struck the front door. Three quick raps. Every muscle in Rory’s body went taut. Lucien moved first. The cane slid into his hand. His body changed shape in a blink, all ease gone, all charm stripped away until only the predator remained. Another knock. Ptolemy shot beneath the sofa. Rory snatched the black card from the table, then froze as something cold and sharp clicked against the outer lock. Not a key. A tool. Lucien’s black eye fixed on the door. “Did you tell anyone I was coming.” “No.” “Any enemies with a taste for dramatic timing.” “Half of London.” The outer deadbolt gave with a metallic shriek. Lucien’s gaze snapped to hers. “Bathroom window.” “Too high.” “Rory.” The handle jerked once. Then again. The door shuddered in its frame, wood bowing under the force from the other side. Rory’s mind ran ahead of her fear. Too many books. Too little escape. One narrow hall, one kitchen, one rear window that opened onto a brick drop and a rusted fire escape with a broken rung halfway down. The lock clicked. Lucien caught her wrist, firm, warm, his thumb brushing the scar without meaning to, or perhaps with too much meaning to pretend it had been accidental. “Behind me.” She looked at his hand on her skin, then at his face. “Don’t tell me what to do in my own flat.” The door burst inward.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags9
adverbTagCount1
adverbTags
0"Lucien’s voice went very [very]"
dialogueSentences105
tagDensity0.086
leniency0.171
rawRatio0.111
effectiveRatio0.019
88.00% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2083
totalAiIsmAdverbs5
found
0
adverb"slightly"
count1
1
adverb"slowly"
count1
2
adverb"very"
count2
3
adverb"really"
count1
highlights
0"slightly"
1"slowly"
2"very"
3"really"
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)
66.39% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2083
totalAiIsms14
found
0
word"gleaming"
count1
1
word"absolutely"
count1
2
word"pulse"
count2
3
word"flicked"
count1
4
word"familiar"
count1
5
word"silence"
count1
6
word"stomach"
count2
7
word"weight"
count1
8
word"charm"
count2
9
word"measured"
count1
10
word"predator"
count1
highlights
0"gleaming"
1"absolutely"
2"pulse"
3"flicked"
4"familiar"
5"silence"
6"stomach"
7"weight"
8"charm"
9"measured"
10"predator"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"room fell silent"
count1
highlights
0"The room went silent"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences156
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount3
narrationSentences156
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"tried to"
1"seemed to"
2"started to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences252
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen66
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords2083
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions21
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
50.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions58
wordCount1389
uniqueNames6
maxNameDensity1.73
worstName"Rory"
maxWindowNameDensity3.5
worstWindowName"Rory"
discoveredNames
Carter1
Lucien23
Moreau1
Rory24
Ptolemy6
Three3
persons
0"Carter"
1"Lucien"
2"Moreau"
3"Rory"
4"Ptolemy"
places
0"Three"
globalScore0.636
windowScore0.5
94.44% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences90
glossingSentenceCount2
matches
0"felt like victory"
1"felt like a trap and Lucien had stood b"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount2083
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences252
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs165
mean12.62
std13.04
cv1.033
sampleLengths
07
126
251
39
42
511
66
722
82
922
106
1140
125
1310
149
1516
1611
175
1835
196
201
211
2220
234
2411
2558
267
273
288
292
3036
317
326
336
347
3512
3626
371
3855
3921
404
4123
429
433
447
454
463
477
486
496
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences156
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount1
totalVerbs231
matches
0"were measuring"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences252
ratio0
matches(empty)
98.52% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1391
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount58
adverbRatio0.041696621135873475
lyAdverbCount8
lyAdverbRatio0.005751258087706686
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences252
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences252
mean8.27
std7.6
cv0.919
sampleLengths
07
126
27
315
429
59
62
711
86
99
1013
112
1222
136
1435
155
165
1710
185
194
203
214
229
2311
245
2512
2623
276
281
291
3010
312
322
336
344
3511
3614
3710
3812
3922
407
413
428
432
4415
453
463
4715
487
496
44.84% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats13
diversityRatio0.2777777777777778
totalSentences252
uniqueOpeners70
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount6
totalSentences136
matches
0"Then the second."
1"Then the third."
2"Instead it left a bruise."
3"Only a silver sigil pressed"
4"Too many books."
5"Too little escape."
ratio0.044
84.71% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount46
totalSentences136
matches
0"His charcoal coat framed his"
1"His cane rested against the"
2"She tried to shut the"
3"He caught it with one"
4"He leaned in just enough"
5"Her pulse kicked once, hard."
6"She kept her face flat."
7"His black eye flicked over"
8"She opened the chain."
9"Her hand came back to"
10"She folded her arms."
11"He glanced at the books,"
12"He looked at her properly"
13"He set two fingers on"
14"Her throat tightened."
15"He lifted one shoulder."
16"He let the last word"
17"He reached into his inner"
18"His hand hovered over it"
19"She stared at him."
ratio0.338
33.53% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount116
totalSentences136
matches
0"Aurora Carter yanked the flat"
1"His charcoal coat framed his"
2"His cane rested against the"
3"Rory’s fingers tightened around the"
4"Lucien’s gaze dropped to the"
5"She tried to shut the"
6"He caught it with one"
7"He leaned in just enough"
8"Her pulse kicked once, hard."
9"She kept her face flat."
10"Lucien’s lip tilted."
11"His black eye flicked over"
12"Rory heard the scrape of"
13"The way he said it"
14"She opened the chain."
15"Lucien stepped in with the"
16"The flat swallowed him whole"
17"Books crowded the narrow surfaces,"
18"Scrolls lay under mugs, notes"
19"Ptolemy emerged from behind a"
ratio0.853
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences136
matches(empty)
ratio0
91.84% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences56
technicalSentenceCount4
matches
0"One amber eye and one black one fixed on her face with equal precision, as if he were measuring the damage he had caused and deciding whether to laugh."
1"He leaned in just enough for her to catch the expensive bite of his aftershave, cedar and something darker beneath it, resin and smoke and a scent that dragged …"
2"He gave her a look that made the insult sit strangely on his face."
3"Lucien caught her wrist, firm, warm, his thumb brushing the scar without meaning to, or perhaps with too much meaning to pretend it had been accidental."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags9
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags6
fancyCount1
fancyTags
0"She repeated (repeat)"
dialogueSentences105
tagDensity0.057
leniency0.114
rawRatio0.167
effectiveRatio0.019
88.4089%