Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ03CMBGJJM1595J535ZV4J9

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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>
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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>

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The second deadbolt stuck again. Rory shouldered the door, one hand balancing a paper bag of lukewarm Thai from the restaurant, the other wrestling the key in the third lock. Ptolemy wound between her ankles, meowing complaints about the late hour. "Two minutes, you dramatic furball." The third deadbolt clicked. She pushed through, kicked the door shut with her heel, and dumped the bag on the nearest pile of Eva's research notes. The tabby leapt onto the counter and batted at the corner of a scroll. Rory exhaled. One delivery shift down. Two thousand words of Eva's thesis to digitise before morning. She reached for the light switch. "Leave it." The voice came from the armchair by the window. Not Eva's. Rory's hand froze mid-reach. Her pulse kicked hard against her ribs, then steadied. She dropped her arm. "You have three seconds to explain why you're in my flat before I call someone who'll make your evening considerably worse." A match struck. Orange light flared across two mismatched eyes, one amber as whisky, one black as a bruise. Lucien Moreau lit a cigarette with the unhurried precision of a man who'd never rushed anything in his life. "I changed the locks," Rory said. "Three deadbolts. Antique British Standard. The sort estate agents love because they look intimidating but open with a credit card and moderate confidence." "Stalking me again, Luc?" "Researching." He blew smoke toward the cracked window. "There's a distinction." Rory flicked the light on. The bulb buzzed, casting the cramped flat in sickly yellow. Eva's towers of books and parchment crowded every surface. A half-translated grimoire lay open on the sofa. And there sat Lucien Moreau, legs crossed, charcoal suit unwrinkled despite the battered armchair, ivory cane propped against the wall beside him like a trusted companion. He looked good. The bastard always looked good. That was the problem with half-demons from Marseille. They wore designer tailoring like second skin and made chain-smoking in a stranger's flat look like an invitation to a party. "How did you get in?" "Your landlady's daughter has an exam in Classical Greek next week. I offered to tutor her." "In exchange for a key." "She's sixteen. She needs all the help she can get." Rory leaned against the counter. Her trainers squeaked on the linoleum. "You tutored a teenager in Ancient Greek to break into my flat." "I prefer 'let myself in.' Break suggests force." "Six months, Luc. Six months without a word. Not a call, not a text, not even one of your cryptic little notes slipped under doors. And now you're sitting in the dark like some French cat burglar waiting to give me a heart attack." "Two things." He raised a finger. "First, I'm not French. I'm from Marseille. There's a distinction." "Same country." "Tell that to anyone south of Lyon." "And the second thing?" Lucien stubbed out the cigarette on the saucer he'd commandeered as an ashtray. Ptolemy, who'd been hiding behind a stack of Eva's books, crept toward him. The tabby sniffed the cane, then rubbed against Lucien's ankle. Traitor. "You didn't call me either." The words landed like a slap. Rory's jaw tightened. She busied herself with the Thai bag, pulling out containers she no longer wanted. Green curry. Spring rolls. The smell of lemongrass filled the silence. "That's not how it works and you know it." "How does it work, Aurora?" "Don't." "Rory, then. How does it work?" She slammed a container on the counter. Ptolemy bolted. "It works like this. You tell me the truth about what happened in Avaros. You explain why I woke up alone in a safehouse with a demon ward burned into my arm and no memory of the previous seventy-two hours. And then maybe, maybe, we can talk about who should've called whom." Lucien's expression didn't change. His heterochromatic eyes stayed fixed on her face with that unnerving steadiness, the kind that made you feel like he was reading the footnotes of your soul. "The ward saved your life." "That's not an answer." "It's the relevant part." "There are no relevant parts with you. There's only what you decide I'm allowed to know." He stood. Not fast, never fast. Lucien rose from the armchair like smoke from a cigarette, fluid and deliberate. He was taller than she remembered. Or maybe the flat was smaller than she remembered. His hand found the cane, fingers curling around the ivory handle with familiar ease. The blade was in there. She'd seen it once, in a back alley behind Silas' bar, when things had gone sideways with a pack of Barghests who didn't appreciate Lucien's negotiating style. He'd drawn it like a conductor lifting a baton. Elegant. Lethal. "You're trembling," he said. "I'm angry." "You're trembling because you're angry. And because some part of you, the part you refuse to acknowledge, is glad I'm here." Rory picked up a spring roll and bit into it. The crunch filled the silence. She chewed slowly, held his gaze, swallowed. "Sit down, Luc." "No." "Then leave." "No." She tossed the half-eaten spring roll back into the bag. "What do you want?" "Two days ago, a body was found in the Thames. Human. Female. Forty-three years old. Burn marks consistent with demonic sigils carved into the sternum." Rory's hand went to her left wrist. The crescent scar, cool under her fingertips. "The victim's name was Jennifer Ellis." The curry container slipped from Rory's grip. It hit the floor and splattered across the linoleum, orange sauce streaking across the tiles like something far worse than food. Jennifer Ellis. Her mother's maiden name. Her mother's actual name, the one she'd kept professionally, the one on her teaching credentials at the primary school in Canton. "That's not funny." "I don't make jokes about dead women." Rory's knees buckled. She caught herself on the counter edge, knuckles whitening. The flat tilted. The smell of green curry and lemongrass turned to copper in her throat. "Mum's in Cardiff. She's fine. She texted me yesterday." "Did she?" Rory grabbed her phone. Her hands shook so badly she had to swipe twice to unlock it. The messages app opened. Mum. Yesterday, 7:14 PM. *How's London, love? Don't forget to eat properly. Dad says hello.* Her thumb hovered. She pressed call. It rang. And rang. And rang. Voicemail. "She's probably asleep," Rory said. "It's past midnight." "The body was pulled from the water at Rotherhithe. Police ruled it accidental drowning within four hours. No toxicology screen. No proper examination. The case was closed before the tide went out." "That proves nothing." "The sigils on her sternum were a match for the ward on your wrist." Rory's breath stopped. She looked down at the crescent scar, the small curve of raised skin she'd carried since she was eight. Her mother had told her it was from climbing the back fence. A slip. A piece of broken trellis catching her arm. "A coincidence." "There are no coincidences in our world, Rory. You know that better than anyone." The phone rang in her hand. She flinched. Mum. She answered. "Mum?" Static. Then a voice, thin and distant, like someone speaking through water. "Aurora, love. Don't trust the Frenchman." The line went dead. Rory lowered the phone. The screen showed the call had lasted four seconds. The caller ID displayed her mother's name and number. But the voice had been wrong. Too measured. Too calm. Her mother always started with a complaint about the weather or a question about meals. She looked at Lucien. He stood by the window, smoke curling from a fresh cigarette, those mismatched eyes unreadable. "You heard that." "I did." "She said not to trust you." "Yes." "Convenient, given that you're the one standing in my flat at midnight telling me my mother might be dead." Lucien took a long drag. The ember flared. "Nothing about this is convenient, Rory." "Then why come to me? Why not handle it yourself? You're the fixer. The information broker. You've got contacts in every shadow between here and the Realm of Avaros. Why come to the part-time delivery girl?" "Because whoever did this knows you. Knows your family. Knows about the ward." He tapped ash into the saucer. "And because the last person to investigate these murders ended up in three pieces in a storage unit in Bermondsey." Ptolemy jumped onto Rory's foot and meowed. She didn't look down. "I need to call my dad." "Your father's in Dublin. A barrister's conference. He checked in yesterday and hasn't checked out. Hotel says his room is paid through the week but the bed hasn't been slept in." "How do you—" "Research." "You're tracking my family." "I'm tracking a pattern. Your family happens to intersect with it." Rory crossed the flat in three strides. She stood toe to toe with Lucien, close enough to smell cigarette smoke and sandalwood and something underneath, something warm and old, like embers banked in an ancient hearth. His body heat radiated through the charcoal wool of his suit. "Six months ago, you disappeared. No explanation. No goodbye. I searched hospitals, morgues, demon dens. I called in every favour I had left. And now you waltz in here with news about a dead woman who might be my mother and expect me to trust you." "I expect nothing." "Good. Because you'll get nothing." "You're already putting on your coat." Rory looked down. Her hands had grabbed the jacket from the hook by the door without her permission. Her body, smarter than her pride, had already decided. "I'm going to Rotherhithe." "I know." "Not with you." "That's not an option either." She shoved her arms into the sleeves. "The morgue won't let me in at this hour." "I have contacts at Guy's Hospital. A pathologist who owes me a favour. She'll make time." Rory snatched her keys. Her phone. The small vial of salt she kept in her jacket pocket for emergencies, the one Eva had insisted on after the Barghest incident. "Lucien." "Yes." "If this is a trap. If you're leading me somewhere. If any part of this is a lie." He plucked the cane from the wall and twirled it once, the blade hidden inside catching the light with a dull silver flash. "Then I'll deserve whatever you do next." She unlocked the three deadbolts. The night air hit her face, cold and damp with the promise of rain. Brick Lane stretched below, neon signs buzzing above shuttered shops, the smell of curry and exhaust thick in the dark. Somewhere out there, a body with a crescent-shaped wound floated in police records. Her mother's phone answered with a stranger's voice. Her father's hotel bed sat empty. And Lucien Moreau, the man who'd vanished without a trace, stood two feet behind her, close enough to touch. "Laila." The name stopped her. No one used that name. Not here. Not in London. It belonged to a different life, a different girl, the one who'd trusted a pair of mismatched eyes in a Marseille back alley and followed him into a world she'd never imagined. "Don't call me that." "It's who you are when you're not pretending to be someone else." She turned. His face was closer than she'd expected. The scar above his left eyebrow, the one he'd never explained. The faint line of stubble along his jaw. The way his black eye caught no light at all, a void in the amber glow of the streetlamp. "Who's pretending now?" The question hung between them. Then Lucien's gaze shifted, moving past her shoulder toward the end of the street. His hand tightened on the cane. The muscles in his jaw flexed. "We need to move. Now." Rory followed his gaze. Three figures stood under the broken streetlamp at the corner of Brick Lane and Hanbury Street. Tall. Wrong proportions. Their shadows stretched too long, bending at angles that defied the light source. "That's not possible," she whispered. "The door you came through. Did you notice anything different about the third lock?" "What about it?" "It was already open when you arrived."
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags8
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences91
tagDensity0.088
leniency0.176
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
97.52% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2015
totalAiIsmAdverbs1
found
0
adverb"slowly"
count1
highlights
0"slowly"
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)
77.67% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2015
totalAiIsms9
found
0
word"pulse"
count1
1
word"standard"
count1
2
word"flicked"
count1
3
word"silence"
count2
4
word"familiar"
count1
5
word"measured"
count1
6
word"unreadable"
count1
7
word"eyebrow"
count1
highlights
0"pulse"
1"standard"
2"flicked"
3"silence"
4"familiar"
5"measured"
6"unreadable"
7"eyebrow"
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
narrationSentences152
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
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hedgeCount0
narrationSentences152
filterMatches
0"feel"
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences236
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen53
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans1
markdownWords11
totalWords2015
ratio0.005
matches
0"How's London, love? Don't forget to eat properly. Dad says hello."
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions20
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
50.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions59
wordCount1196
uniqueNames15
maxNameDensity1.67
worstName"Rory"
maxWindowNameDensity3.5
worstWindowName"Rory"
discoveredNames
Thai2
Eva6
Moreau3
Rory20
Lucien11
Marseille2
Ellis1
Canton1
London2
Ptolemy4
Barghest1
Lane2
Brick2
Hanbury1
Street1
persons
0"Eva"
1"Moreau"
2"Rory"
3"Lucien"
4"Ellis"
5"Ptolemy"
places
0"Marseille"
1"Canton"
2"London"
3"Lane"
4"Brick"
5"Hanbury"
6"Street"
globalScore0.664
windowScore0.5
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences79
glossingSentenceCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount2015
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences236
matches
0"used that name"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs128
mean15.74
std14.84
cv0.943
sampleLengths
05
136
25
340
422
52
611
717
821
938
106
1123
124
1311
1458
1537
165
1716
185
1910
2023
218
2244
2316
242
257
264
2737
285
2934
309
315
321
336
3461
3531
365
374
384
3916
4048
4143
424
432
4421
4522
463
471
482
491
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences152
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount1
totalVerbs201
matches
0"was reading"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences236
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount859
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount16
adverbRatio0.018626309662398137
lyAdverbCount4
lyAdverbRatio0.004656577415599534
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences236
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences236
mean8.54
std8.27
cv0.969
sampleLengths
05
125
211
35
44
522
614
72
84
910
106
112
129
132
144
159
164
1721
183
1916
2019
216
2223
234
248
253
265
2710
289
298
3026
313
325
338
3421
355
3616
375
3810
395
406
4112
428
4344
446
4510
462
477
484
4913
43.64% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats15
diversityRatio0.288135593220339
totalSentences236
uniqueOpeners68
82.64% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount3
totalSentences121
matches
0"Then a voice, thin and"
1"Somewhere out there, a body"
2"Then Lucien's gaze shifted, moving"
ratio0.025
71.24% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount45
totalSentences121
matches
0"She pushed through, kicked the"
1"She reached for the light"
2"Her pulse kicked hard against"
3"She dropped her arm."
4"He blew smoke toward the"
5"He looked good."
6"They wore designer tailoring like"
7"Her trainers squeaked on the"
8"He raised a finger"
9"She busied herself with the"
10"She slammed a container on"
11"His heterochromatic eyes stayed fixed"
12"He was taller than she"
13"His hand found the cane,"
14"She'd seen it once, in"
15"He'd drawn it like a"
16"She chewed slowly, held his"
17"She tossed the half-eaten spring"
18"It hit the floor and"
19"Her mother's maiden name."
ratio0.372
30.25% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount104
totalSentences121
matches
0"The second deadbolt stuck again."
1"Rory shouldered the door, one"
2"Ptolemy wound between her ankles,"
3"The third deadbolt clicked."
4"She pushed through, kicked the"
5"The tabby leapt onto the"
6"She reached for the light"
7"The voice came from the"
8"Rory's hand froze mid-reach."
9"Her pulse kicked hard against"
10"She dropped her arm."
11"A match struck."
12"Lucien Moreau lit a cigarette"
13"He blew smoke toward the"
14"Rory flicked the light on."
15"The bulb buzzed, casting the"
16"Eva's towers of books and"
17"A half-translated grimoire lay open"
18"He looked good."
19"The bastard always looked good."
ratio0.86
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences121
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences43
technicalSentenceCount2
matches
0"Lucien Moreau lit a cigarette with the unhurried precision of a man who'd never rushed anything in his life."
1"His heterochromatic eyes stayed fixed on her face with that unnerving steadiness, the kind that made you feel like he was reading the footnotes of your soul."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags8
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags4
fancyCount1
fancyTags
0"she whispered (whisper)"
dialogueSentences91
tagDensity0.044
leniency0.088
rawRatio0.25
effectiveRatio0.022
88.4321%