Run: 2026-07-08-01KX1KZKJPR91RXX1CMBD7A0HY

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1m 5s
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$0.020946
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xAI

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

Model response

AI
The third deadbolt snicked free under Rory's fingers and she heaved the door open, ready to snarl at whatever takeaway courier refused to quit. Instead her shoulder hit cold air and Lucien Moreau's silk-wrapped chest. He didn't step back. The ivory handle of his cane rested against the doorframe like he'd been waiting through every lock. "Rory." The name landed soft, too soft, the way he always said it when the scars between them started itching. Her free hand stayed clenched around the latch. The curry house downstairs belched cumin and chilli into the stairwell. Behind her Ptolemy's collar bell jingled once, then silence. Even the cat knew better. "You don't get to stand there." She started to shove. His boot scraped the threshold first. "Eva left a message. Something about a seal she cracked this morning." Lucien's heterochromatic gaze slid past her into the flat, mapping every teetering pile of grimoires the way other men mapped exits. "She isn't answering. I worried." "He worried." Rory laughed once, harsh. "Last time you worried I spent three days scrubbing demon ash out of my hair." "You lived." "Barely." He stepped fully inside without invitation. The door swung shut behind him of its own accord, hinges groaning. Rory felt the flat compress around them: two bodies and too much history jammed between a kettle that never quite boiled and shelves that bowed under the weight of Eva's obsession. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of meagre light from the dirty window that faced Brick Lane. Folding tables groaned with open scrolls. A half-drunk mug of milky tea sat abandoned on a stack of Latin treatises; the ring it left looked like a noose. Lucien set his cane against the nearest overcrowded bookcase. The charcoal suit clung in all the places it shouldn't, tailored to whisper money and quiet threats. His platinum hair stayed slicked back, not a strand daring to escape. One amber eye and one black pinned her where the hallway became the living-room. "Still sleeping above the bar?" "Still fixing other people's problems for the highest bidder?" The corner of his mouth ticked. "Touché, meâ. I see you've sharpened the tongue since Marseille." "Don't." The word came out quick. "You don't get that nickname either." He shrugged out of the suit jacket, hung it over the crooked chair by the window with the casual ownership of a man who had already broken and remade her once. Shirt sleeves followed, rolled to the elbows, revealing pale forearms mapped with faint silver scars that never quite healed right. Half-demon blood took its time with everything except desire. Rory crossed her arms so hard the crescent scar on her wrist burned. Thirteen months and four days since the docks. Since the warehouse that stank of brine and iron. Since he'd looked at her the moment before the Avari blade found his side and decided to shove her into the Thames rather than risk her blood next. She'd crawled out sputtering, lungs full of dark water and darker promises. He hadn't rung. She hadn't gone looking. Now he stood surrounded by Eva's research notes and the faint tang of dried ink, and every unfinished sentence from that night crowded the air between them like cigarette smoke that refused to clear. "Eva's not here," she said. "She took the night train to Oxford for a manuscript that may or may not exist. Left me keys and the cat. You can go." "In a moment." Lucien's fingers ghosted across a pile of vellum. Something in the gesture made her want to snatch the pages away. "I came for more than Eva. I came because the market whispers. There's a price on a delivery girl who works for Yu-Fei. Someone finally noticed that the girl who crashes through alleyways with chow mein also crashes through wards like glass." Rory felt the flat tilt. Her pulse hammered once, twice, hard enough that Ptolemy blinked from the armchair and decided better of it. "Who?" "Does it matter?" He turned. Full body now, that careful distance collapsed to three feet of cracked floorboards and things neither of them had buried right. "You stay here. Under my watch. Until I've snipped the thread." "Your watch." The laugh scraped her throat. "The last time I trusted your watch I woke up half-drowned and you looked relieved." His jaw flexed. The black eye almost swallowed the amber. "I looked relieved because you were still breathing." The French undercurrent sharpened, consonants kissing steel. "I left because the bargain I struck that night cost me blood I couldn't spend twice." "Then spend it somewhere else." She stepped forward, needing the closeness more than air. "I don't do second chances with half-demons who play martyr." He didn't retreat. Heat rolled off him the way it always had, the wrong temperature for human skin. Close enough now that her knuckles brushed the open collar of his shirt when she jabbed him once, hard, in the centre of the chest. "Go home, Lucien." Instead his hand came up. Slow. Steady. The way he dismantled seals that wanted flesh. Two fingers brushed the small scar on her wrist, tracing the crescent like a cartographer with unfinished maps. "I dream of that night," he said. Voice low enough that the words barely left his lips. "The river. Your voice calling me a bastard while the current took you. And every time I wake, the bed is cold and the bargain still holds. So forgive me if I refuse your orders tonight." The touch unspooled something. Rory jerked her arm but he held on, thumb sealing over the mark. Pulse under pulse. Thirteen months of silence compressed into the press of his skin against hers. She smelt cologne and the faint copper of Avaros still clinging to his pores. "You don't get to touch me." The protest arrived as a whisper. Her body stayed put. "I already am." His free hand slid into the ends of her black hair, thumb stroking taut against the sensitive place just behind her ear that only one person living knew. "And you're not screaming my name or throwing me out. Curious, no?" She swallowed. Mouth dry. The kitchenette once seemed large enough for two people who could keep their hands to themselves. Tonight it shrivelled, books pressing in from every side, trinkets rattling as if the whole place breathed with them. Somewhere downstairs a pot clanged, the cook bellowing in Cantonese. Distant. Unreal. The only real things were the lines of Lucien's mouth and the half-truths still waiting between their teeth. "Eva returns in two days," she managed. "I promised to water plants that don't exist and feed a cat that only likes mackerel. Go broker your deals." "After." He leaned until his mouth hovered near the corner of her jaw. Words feather-light. "After you tell me why your pulse skips when I say your name old way. After you admit you kept the shirt I left in the warehouse. After I taste whether you still wear anger or something hotter underneath." Her hand had found his shirt front without permission. Fingers twisted the fabric until buttons strained. One popped free. They stared at the useless bit of mother-of-pearl that rolled beneath a tottering tower of scrolls and vanished. Something cracked. Rory yanked him the rest of the way. Mouths collided with no romance as the magazines sold it, all teeth and bruised hunger. Lucien made a raw noise she felt more than heard, cane clattering to the floor somewhere far away. He backed her into the nearest bookcase. Spines dug into her shoulder blades. Pages fluttered. One volume tumbled and split open at her feet, ivory pages fanning like the wings of something half-alive. She didn't care. His tongue parted her lips, hot and insistent, tasting of espresso and the metallic bite of the realm he half-belonged to. His hands claimed her hips, dragged her flush so that the ridge of him pressed against the soft place just below her navel. She arched. Bit the lower lip he left exposed. He broke the kiss long enough for one word. "Still?" "Still," she gritted people would not have recognised as her voice. "Hate you. Still." "Good." He nipped the edge of that crescent scar on her wrist, then soothed the sting with his tongue. "I can work with hate." His thigh slotted between hers. Rough friction. She climbed him out of pure spite and pure need, legs wrapping the tailored spindles of his hips. Books rained down around them. A heavy Latin folio clipped Lucien's shoulder; he barely flinched. The half-demon eyes blazed, amber towered over black like fire taking privilege of night. When his mouth found the hollow of her throat she felt the scrape of teeth that belonged as much to Avaros as Marseille. Not enough to break skin. Just enough to promise how easy the vow could snap. She dragged his shirt open the rest of the way. Buttons pinged against glass and paper. Her palms flattened over the lattice of silver scars that marked every contract he'd slipped free of. Some of them she'd watched him take. The one over the last rib still looked angry: warehouse. That night. Their unfinished ending. Rory dug her nails there, hard. Payment. His composure broke in increments. A hissed French curse against her collarbone. Fingers bruising her arse as he hoisted her higher, spine grinding ancient spines. The press of him solid, ready. She rocked once because she could. Felt his shudder. Felt power and history and every unsaid thing gathering like a storm that had waited too long for theatre gratification. Lucien's mouth found her ear. "Tell me to stop." She didn't. Couldn't. Only ground down again, harder, and tore a grunt from him that vibrated straight through the base of her spine. His free hand slipped under the soft cotton of her vest, palm spanning rib to soft underswell of breast. Thumb found the peak that had already tightened for him. Ptolemy meowed somewhere, scandalised. Neither of them glanced. Suddenly Lucien stilled. His head whipped left, toward the front door she had just locked three separate ways. The colour drained from the amber eye until only cold black remained. Outside, the stairs creaked once, twice under careful weight that no takeaway courier ever bothered to hide. "Lucien…" Her voice rough, half-kissed. He set her down but kept one arm banded around her waist. The other found the discarded cane with unerring speed. Blade hissed free of ivory, catching the low light of the single bulb. "Stay behind," he murmured. "And if what's on the other side came for either of us, don't ask clean questions after." The deadbolts dull-thunked one after another. Whoever it was had keys. Or something that ate metal for sport. The door crashed inward. Rory tasted ozone and old blood, the same metallic rush she had last drunk beneath a black sky in Marseille docks, and knew the unfinished business between her and them and him had just walked through the threshold with a smile wide enough to swallow shadows whole. Lucien's blade flashed. The cat fled under the armchair. And the flat they'd never finished setting alight was headed for ash all over again.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags19
adverbTagCount1
adverbTags
0"Rory laughed once [once]"
dialogueSentences45
tagDensity0.422
leniency0.844
rawRatio0.053
effectiveRatio0.044
97.34% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1878
totalAiIsmAdverbs1
found
0
adverb"suddenly"
count1
highlights
0"suddenly"
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)
60.06% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1878
totalAiIsms15
found
0
word"silk"
count1
1
word"silence"
count2
2
word"weight"
count2
3
word"whisper"
count2
4
word"desire"
count1
5
word"pulse"
count4
6
word"tracing"
count1
7
word"fluttered"
count1
8
word"vibrated"
count1
highlights
0"silk"
1"silence"
2"weight"
3"whisper"
4"desire"
5"pulse"
6"tracing"
7"fluttered"
8"vibrated"
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
emotionTells1
narrationSentences147
matches
0"looked angry"
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences147
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"started to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences173
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen47
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords1878
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions15
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
100.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions44
wordCount1494
uniqueNames18
maxNameDensity0.67
worstName"Lucien"
maxWindowNameDensity1.5
worstWindowName"Rory"
discoveredNames
Rory9
Lucien10
Moreau1
Ptolemy3
Eva2
Brick1
Lane1
Latin2
Avari1
Thames1
Full1
French2
Voice1
Avaros2
Cantonese1
Words1
Marseille2
One3
persons
0"Rory"
1"Lucien"
2"Moreau"
3"Ptolemy"
4"Eva"
5"Latin"
6"Words"
7"One"
places
0"Brick"
1"Lane"
2"Thames"
3"Cantonese"
4"Marseille"
globalScore1
windowScore1
97.92% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences96
glossingSentenceCount2
matches
0"looked like a noose"
1"seemed large enough for two people who could keep their hands to themselves"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1878
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences173
matches
0"scars that marked"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs64
mean29.34
std26.44
cv0.901
sampleLengths
035
121
21
352
416
538
621
72
81
995
1052
115
129
1316
1412
1560
1677
1734
1830
1965
2023
211
2237
2322
2410
2531
2624
2743
283
2933
3053
3147
3216
3343
3469
3527
3654
3719
3818
392
40130
419
421
4314
4424
4592
4655
477
4860
495
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount2
totalSentences147
matches
0"was had"
1"was headed"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs252
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount2
flaggedSentences2
totalSentences173
ratio0.012
matches
0"A half-drunk mug of milky tea sat abandoned on a stack of Latin treatises; the ring it left looked like a noose."
1"A heavy Latin folio clipped Lucien's shoulder; he barely flinched."
94.94% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1507
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount69
adverbRatio0.0457863304578633
lyAdverbCount8
lyAdverbRatio0.0053085600530856005
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences173
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences173
mean10.86
std8.62
cv0.794
sampleLengths
024
111
24
317
41
519
68
711
89
95
1010
116
1233
135
146
1515
162
171
186
1912
2031
2118
226
2322
249
2517
2612
2714
285
299
306
3110
326
336
3431
3520
369
3713
388
399
4028
4112
423
434
4434
455
4625
4711
4812
4942
73.99% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats7
diversityRatio0.4682080924855491
totalSentences173
uniqueOpeners81
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount7
totalSentences127
matches
0"Instead her shoulder hit cold"
1"Even the cat knew better."
2"Instead his hand came up."
3"Somewhere downstairs a pot clanged,"
4"Just enough to promise how"
5"Only ground down again, harder,"
6"Suddenly Lucien stilled."
ratio0.055
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount38
totalSentences127
matches
0"He didn't step back."
1"Her free hand stayed clenched"
2"She started to shove"
3"His boot scraped the threshold"
4"He stepped fully inside without"
5"His platinum hair stayed slicked"
6"He shrugged out of the"
7"She'd crawled out sputtering, lungs"
8"He hadn't rung."
9"She hadn't gone looking."
10"Her pulse hammered once, twice,"
11"His jaw flexed."
12"She stepped forward, needing the"
13"He didn't retreat."
14"She smelt cologne and the"
15"Her body stayed put."
16"His free hand slid into"
17"He leaned until his mouth"
18"Her hand had found his"
19"They stared at the useless"
ratio0.299
82.05% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount96
totalSentences127
matches
0"The third deadbolt snicked free"
1"He didn't step back."
2"The ivory handle of his"
3"The name landed soft, too"
4"Her free hand stayed clenched"
5"The curry house downstairs belched"
6"She started to shove"
7"His boot scraped the threshold"
8"Lucien's heterochromatic gaze slid past"
9"Rory laughed once, harsh"
10"He stepped fully inside without"
11"The door swung shut behind"
12"Rory felt the flat compress"
13"Dust motes danced in the"
14"A half-drunk mug of milky"
15"Lucien set his cane against"
16"The charcoal suit clung in"
17"His platinum hair stayed slicked"
18"The corner of his mouth"
19"The word came out quick"
ratio0.756
78.74% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount2
totalSentences127
matches
0"Now he stood surrounded by"
1"Whoever it was had keys."
ratio0.016
82.32% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences59
technicalSentenceCount5
matches
0"Rory felt the flat compress around them: two bodies and too much history jammed between a kettle that never quite boiled and shelves that bowed under the weight…"
1"Dust motes danced in the single shaft of meagre light from the dirty window that faced Brick Lane."
2"Now he stood surrounded by Eva's research notes and the faint tang of dried ink, and every unfinished sentence from that night crowded the air between them like…"
3"Tonight it shrivelled, books pressing in from every side, trinkets rattling as if the whole place breathed with them."
4"They stared at the useless bit of mother-of-pearl that rolled beneath a tottering tower of scrolls and vanished."
98.68% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags19
uselessAdditionCount1
matches
0"Rory laughed once, harsh"
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags4
fancyCount2
fancyTags
0"Rory laughed once (laugh)"
1"he murmured (murmur)"
dialogueSentences45
tagDensity0.089
leniency0.178
rawRatio0.5
effectiveRatio0.089
95.5347%