Run: 2026-07-25-01KYCYDE99BWW163BQPKYR586A

Run Details

Model:: Thinking Machines Inkling
Test:: Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:: Fantasy: entering an ancient ruin
Duration:: 9.8s
Cost:: $0.006677
Provider:: BaseTen

Evaluation summary

Score	Evaluator	Details Link
75.00%	Adverbs in dialogue tags	(details)
89.81%	AI-ism adverb frequency	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism character names	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism location names	(details)
33.74%	AI-ism word frequency	(details)
100.00%	Cliché density	(details)
93.55%	Emotion telling (show vs. tell)	(details)
61.99%	Filter word density	(details)
100.00%	Gibberish response detection	(details)
100.00%	Markdown formatting overuse	(details)
100.00%	Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)	(details)
77.05%	Name drop frequency	(details)
94.44%	Narrator intent-glossing	(details)
0.00%	"Not X but Y" pattern overuse	(details)
100.00%	Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)	(details)
100.00%	Paragraph length variance	(details)
100.00%	Passive voice overuse	(details)
100.00%	Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse	(details)
0.00%	Em-dash & semicolon overuse	(details)
94.00%	Purple prose (modifier overload)	(details)
100.00%	Repeated phrase echo	(details)
100.00%	Sentence length variance	(details)
78.74%	Sentence opener variety	(details)
100.00%	Adverb-first sentence starts	(details)
100.00%	Pronoun-first sentence starts	(details)
75.38%	Subject-first sentence starts	(details)
96.15%	Subordinate conjunction sentence starts	(details)
0.00%	Technical jargon density	(details)
62.50%	Useless dialogue additions	(details)
7.14%	Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)	(details)
77.9835%	Overall

Model input

System

You are an expert novelist with a gift for vivid, immersive prose. You write in tight third-person limited point of view with a strong narrative voice. Your prose is clean, precise, and engaging — you favor strong verbs, concrete details, and natural-sounding dialogue.

You will be given a story bible (codex) containing canonical details about characters, locations, items, and lore. Use these details to ground your writing in the established world. Stay consistent with the codex.

Write only the prose of the scene. Do not include titles, chapter headings, markdown formatting, or any commentary before or after the scene.

User/Human

<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="4418" name="Nyx" aliases="Nyx, the Shadow, Nightwhisper" pronouns="they/them" species="Shade" storyRole="Wild Card">
  <eyeColor>faintly glowing violet</eyeColor>
  <height>approximately 6'2" in solid form</height>
  <age>ageless</age>
  <form>humanoid silhouette of living shadow, can shift between solid and incorporeal</form>
  <voice>sounds like a whisper carried on the wind</voice>
  <description>A being of living shadow, existing between the mortal plane and the spaces between realms.</description>
  <backstory>Nyx was once a human sorcerer named Aldric who became trapped between realms during a failed summoning ritual in 1643. They now exist as a Shade, bound to the mortal plane but able to slip between shadows.</backstory>
</character>

<character id="4424" name="Isolde Varga" aliases="Isolde, the Seer" pronouns="she/her" species="Half-Fae" storyRole="Oracle">
  <eyeColor>pale lavender</eyeColor>
  <hair>silver, reaching her waist</hair>
  <height>5'5"</height>
  <age>300 years old</age>
  <appearance>ethereal, ageless</appearance>
  <speech>speaks in riddles</speech>
  <footprints>leaves no footprints when she walks</footprints>
  <compulsion>cannot lie (Fae compulsion) but can mislead</compulsion>
  <description>A Half-Fae seer exiled from the Fae Courts for sharing visions with mortals.</description>
  <backstory>She now lives in a hidden grove in Richmond Park, offering cryptic prophecies to those who seek her out.</backstory>
</character>

<location id="853" name="Dymas (Gluttony)" aliases="Dymas, gluttony, Dymasian" realm="Hel" sin="Gluttony">
  <ruler>Prince Belphegor</ruler>
  <skyColor>warm amber</skyColor>
  <description>A place of excess and indulgence. Sprawling vineyards, orchards, and gardens provide exotic ingredients for master chefs — often helbound souls contracted from Earth. Grand feasts and culinary competitions are common.</description>
</location>

<location id="861" name="The Fae Grove" aliases="Isolde's grove, Richmond grove, the Grove" realm="Earth (Fae-touched)">
  <parkLocation>Richmond Park</parkLocation>
  <standingStones>ancient oak standing stones mark the boundary</standingStones>
  <timeBehavior>time moves differently — an hour inside can be minutes or days outside</timeBehavior>
  <flora>wildflowers bloom year-round</flora>
  <description>A hidden clearing that exists in a pocket between Earth and the Fae realm.</description>
</location>

<item id="2001" name="Heartstone Pendant" aliases="the pendant, Heartstone" type="Artifact" origin="Dymas">
  <gemstoneColor>deep crimson</gemstoneColor>
  <chainMaterial>silver chain</chainMaterial>
  <size>roughly the size of a thumbnail</size>
  <behavior>pulses faintly with warmth when near a Hel portal</behavior>
  <glow>faint inner glow</glow>
  <description>Given to Aurora by an unknown benefactor.</description>
</item>

<item id="2006" name="Fae-Forged Blade" aliases="the Fae blade, Isolde's gift" type="Weapon" origin="The Fae Courts">
  <material>moonsilver</material>
  <shape>slender, leaf-shaped dagger</shape>
  <temperature>always cold to the touch</temperature>
  <glow>faintly luminescent in moonlight</glow>
  <power>can cut through magical wards; particularly effective against demons</power>
  <givenTo>given to Aurora by Isolde as a gift</givenTo>
  <description>A weapon of the Fae Courts, rare and highly coveted.</description>
</item>

<lore id="7001" name="The Veil" aliases="the Veil, the Barrier, the Boundary" category="Cosmology">
  <solsticeEffect>weakens during the winter solstice, strengthens during the summer solstice</solsticeEffect>
  <appearance>faint shimmering distortion visible only to those with supernatural sight</appearance>
  <monitoring>rift points (tears in the Veil) are monitored by the Wardens</monitoring>
  <description>The Veil is the metaphysical barrier separating Earth from Hel and the Fae Realms.</description>
</lore>
</codex>

Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the fantasy genre.

A small group enters an ancient, otherworldly place for the first time. The environment is alien and wondrous. Describe their exploration — what they see, hear, and feel as they move deeper. Include moments of discovery, unease, and wonder. Let the world-building emerge through the characters' experience rather than exposition.

Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters, setting, and lore.
Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary.

Model response

The oaks had stood since before Rome had fallen, their bark black with age, yet they arranged themselves in a circle that hummed with older geometry. Aurora stepped through them first, her boots sinking into moss that yielded like warm velvet. Behind her came Silas and Eva, and behind them, the London air died with a sound like a held breath breaking.

Inside was not Richmond Park.

The sky burned amber—no sun, only a vast ceiling of molten gold that cast light without heat. Aurora tilted her chin back, her dark hair falling against her shoulders, her bright blue eyes wide with the kind of sharp wonder she usually masked with sarcasm. The air tasted of honey and fermented figs, thick enough to chew.

"Time's running weird," Eva said, checking her watch. The second hand stuttered, then sprinted backward for three ticks. "We go in for—"

"For however long we need," Aurora finished, already walking.

The path was not dirt but pressed sugarcane, pale green and brittle, snapping softly beneath her soles. To either side sprawled vineyards that grew upward like fountains, vines looping in impossible spirals, heavy with clusters of violet grapes that shone with an internal luminescence. Some of the grapes were large as plums; others small as pearls. Their scent was intoxicating—wine and cinnamon and something darker, like meat left too long in a warm pantry.

Then they heard the kitchens.

Not the clang of mortal cookware, but a rhythmic, wet percussion—knives chopping on stone that echoed like drums, voices calling in languages that scraped against the ear with familiarity and wrongness alike. Aurora's heart kicked. She touched the crescent scar on her left wrist, hidden beneath her sleeve, grounding herself in her own body.

"That way," she said.

They moved deeper, past orchards where trees bore fruits that were not fruits at all but glistening pastries—éclairs with shells of caramelized bone, tarts filled with what looked like living, breathing berries that pulsed in rhythm with Aurora's own heartbeat. One tree offered apples that, when Aurora reached for them, revealed themselves to be miniature skulls of some small creature, hollow-eyed and weeping syrup that smelled of grief.

"Don't touch anything," Silas warned, his hand on her arm.

She pulled away, but not far.

The path widened into a courtyard of black marble veined with gold, where fountains spurted not water but thick, ruby-red liquid that steamed and smelled of iron. Around the perimeter, long tables stretched into infinity, laden with feasts that never emptied—roasted beasts with too many wings, bread that breathed, jellies that quivered with imprisoned starlight. And working among them, in chef's whites that never stained, were figures that might once have been human.

Aurora stopped at the edge of a balcony that overlooked the grandest kitchen she could have imagined, a cathedral of copper and flame where hundred-foot spits turned entire oxen—or things shaped like oxen—over pits of blue fire.

She felt the pendant first.

The Heartstone at her throat, hidden beneath her collar, pulsed faintly with warmth, its deep crimson gem glowing with a dim inner light that synced with her heartbeat. She clutched it through her shirt, feeling its heat spike.

"Rory?" Eva was beside her, eyes tracking something Aurora hadn't seen.

Then Nyx was there—though "there" was imprecise. The Shade coalesced from the shadow beneath a towering grape arbor, their humanoid form of living darkness solidifying with a sound like silk tearing. Their eyes, faintly glowing violet, fixed on Aurora with something that might have been concern.

"The Veil is thin here," they whispered, and the sound was indeed like wind through dead leaves. "Thinner still near the portal gates. You carry something that calls to this place."

Aurora's fingers tightened on the pendant. "What kind of gates?"

Nyx gestured with a hand that was sometimes hand, sometimes smoke. "The ones that brought you. The ones that will take you home, if you survive the feast."

That was when they heard the laughter—deep, resonant, carrying the weight of mountains being ground to dust. It came from the center of the kitchen-cathedral, where a figure of immense girth held court upon a throne of interlocking silver forks. His skin was the color of old parchment stretched over too much, and his eyes were small, black, and glistening with appetite. He wore a crown of braided wheat that never stopped growing, stalks spilling down his shoulders like serpents.

But Aurora was not looking at him. She was looking at the chefs who turned, suddenly aware of her presence—souls with hollow eyes and flour-dusted hands, reaching for knives that glowed with internal heat.

"Dymas," Nyx said, and now their form flickered with urgency. "The realm of excess. Of gluttony made geography. You are not hidden here."

Aurora's other hand went to her hip, where Isolde's gift rested— the Fae-forged blade of moonsilver, always cold, faintly luminescent even in this amber false-daylight. She drew it without thinking, the leaf-shaped dagger sliding free with a hiss that cut through the kitchen's din.

"We need to move," she said, her voice steady despite the thunder in her chest.

They ran—or tried to. The path that had brought them now twisted, vines reaching with greedy tendrils, the sugarcane ground turning soft, then sticky, then grasping. The pendant burned hotter, guiding them not away but toward—toward the source of that laughter, toward the heart of the feast where the gates waited.

Aurora ran with her friends at her sides, the blade cold in her grip, her blue eyes fixed on the shimmering distortion that was becoming visible even to her mortal sight—a tear in reality, faint and shimmering, monitored by forces she could not yet understand.

Behind them, the feast began to turn. And the realm of Dymas, in all its hungry wonder, opened its mouth wide.

Evaluation details

Result

Evaluator

Details

Meta Data

75.00%

Adverbs in dialogue tags

Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs

totalTags

adverbTagCount

adverbTags

0	"Aurora finished already [already]"

dialogueSentences

tagDensity

0.571

leniency

rawRatio

0.125

effectiveRatio

0.125

89.81%

AI-ism adverb frequency

Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)

wordCount

981

totalAiIsmAdverbs

found

adverb	"softly"
count	1

adverb	"suddenly"
count	1

highlights

0	"softly"
1	"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)

33.74%

AI-ism word frequency

Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)

wordCount

981

totalAiIsms

found

word	"velvet"
count	1

word	"rhythmic"
count	1

word	"echoed"
count	1

word	"glistening"
count	2

word	"pulsed"
count	2

word	"marble"
count	1

word	"quivered"
count	1

word	"warmth"
count	1

word	"silk"
count	1

word	"weight"
count	1

word	"flickered"
count	1

highlights

0	"velvet"
1	"rhythmic"
2	"echoed"
3	"glistening"
4	"pulsed"
5	"marble"
6	"quivered"
7	"warmth"
8	"silk"
9	"weight"
10	"flickered"

100.00%

Cliché density

Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window

totalCliches	0
maxInWindow	0
found	(empty)
highlights	(empty)

93.55%

Emotion telling (show vs. tell)

Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling

emotionTells

narrationSentences

matches

0	"y with warmth"
1	"d with urgency"

61.99%

Filter word density

Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words

filterCount

hedgeCount

narrationSentences

filterMatches

"watch"

hedgeMatches

0	"tried to"
1	"began to"

100.00%

Gibberish response detection

Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)

analyzedSentences	58
gibberishSentences	0
adjustedGibberishSentences	0
longSentenceCount	0
runOnParagraphCount	0
giantParagraphCount	0
wordSaladCount	0
repetitionLoopCount	0
controlTokenCount	0
repeatedSegmentCount	0
maxSentenceWordsSeen	46
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Markdown formatting overuse

Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting

markdownSpans	0
markdownWords	0
totalWords	968
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)

Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks

totalAttributions	7
unquotedAttributions	0
matches	(empty)

77.05%

Name drop frequency

Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words

totalMentions

wordCount

891

uniqueNames

maxNameDensity

1.46

worstName

"Aurora"

maxWindowNameDensity

worstWindowName

"Aurora"

discoveredNames

Rome	1
Silas	2
Eva	3
London	1
Richmond	1
Park	1
Aurora	13
Heartstone	1
Nyx	3
Shade	1
Isolde	1
Fae-forged	1
Dymas	1

persons

0	"Silas"
1	"Eva"
2	"Aurora"
3	"Nyx"
4	"Shade"
5	"Isolde"

places

0	"Rome"
1	"London"
2	"Richmond"
3	"Park"

globalScore

0.77

windowScore

94.44%

Narrator intent-glossing

Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns

analyzedSentences

glossingSentenceCount

matches

0	"looked like living, breathing berries tha"

0.00%

"Not X but Y" pattern overuse

Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words

totalMatches

per1kWords

5.165

wordCount

968

matches

0	"not dirt but pressed sugarcane, pale green"
1	"Not the clang of mortal cookware, but a rhythmic, wet percussion"
2	"not fruits at all but glistening pastries"
3	"not water but thick, ruby-red liquid"
4	"not away but toward"

100.00%

Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)

Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses

thatCount	0
totalSentences	58
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Paragraph length variance

Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts

totalParagraphs

mean

33.38

std

23.58

0.706

sampleLengths

0	62
1	5
2	57
3	22
4	9
5	74
6	5
7	54
8	4
9	68
10	10
11	6
12	73
13	37
14	5
15	38
16	11
17	46
18	31
19	10
20	28
21	80
22	34
23	23
24	44
25	15
26	51
27	45
28	21

100.00%

Passive voice overuse

Target: ≤2% passive sentences

passiveCount	0
totalSentences	53
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse

Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs

pastProgressiveCount

totalVerbs

144

matches

0	"was not looking"
1	"was looking"

0.00%

Em-dash & semicolon overuse

Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons

emDashCount

semicolonCount

flaggedSentences

totalSentences

ratio

0.241

matches

0	"The sky burned amber—no sun, only a vast ceiling of molten gold that cast light without heat."
1	"Some of the grapes were large as plums; others small as pearls."
2	"Their scent was intoxicating—wine and cinnamon and something darker, like meat left too long in a warm pantry."
3	"Not the clang of mortal cookware, but a rhythmic, wet percussion—knives chopping on stone that echoed like drums, voices calling in languages that scraped against the ear with familiarity and wrongness alike."
4	"They moved deeper, past orchards where trees bore fruits that were not fruits at all but glistening pastries—éclairs with shells of caramelized bone, tarts filled with what looked like living, breathing berries that pulsed in rhythm with Aurora's own heartbeat."
5	"Around the perimeter, long tables stretched into infinity, laden with feasts that never emptied—roasted beasts with too many wings, bread that breathed, jellies that quivered with imprisoned starlight."
6	"Aurora stopped at the edge of a balcony that overlooked the grandest kitchen she could have imagined, a cathedral of copper and flame where hundred-foot spits turned entire oxen—or things shaped like oxen—over pits of blue fire."
7	"Then Nyx was there—though \"there\" was imprecise."
8	"That was when they heard the laughter—deep, resonant, carrying the weight of mountains being ground to dust."
9	"She was looking at the chefs who turned, suddenly aware of her presence—souls with hollow eyes and flour-dusted hands, reaching for knives that glowed with internal heat."
10	"Aurora's other hand went to her hip, where Isolde's gift rested— the Fae-forged blade of moonsilver, always cold, faintly luminescent even in this amber false-daylight."
11	"They ran—or tried to."
12	"The pendant burned hotter, guiding them not away but toward—toward the source of that laughter, toward the heart of the feast where the gates waited."
13	"Aurora ran with her friends at her sides, the blade cold in her grip, her blue eyes fixed on the shimmering distortion that was becoming visible even to her mortal sight—a tear in reality, faint and shimmering, monitored by forces she could not yet understand."

94.00%

Purple prose (modifier overload)

Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking

wordCount

912

adjectiveStacks

stackExamples

0	"thick, ruby-red liquid"

adverbCount

adverbRatio

0.03837719298245614

lyAdverbCount

lyAdverbRatio

0.007675438596491228

100.00%

Repeated phrase echo

Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)

totalSentences	58
echoCount	0
echoWords	(empty)

100.00%

Sentence length variance

Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts

totalSentences

mean

16.69

std

9.69

0.58

sampleLengths

0	26
1	15
2	21
3	5
4	17
5	28
6	12
7	8
8	10
9	4
10	9
11	17
12	27
13	12
14	18
15	5
16	32
17	3
18	19
19	4
20	40
21	28
22	10
23	6
24	27
25	28
26	18
27	37
28	5
29	28
30	10
31	11
32	7
33	24
34	15
35	17
36	14
37	6
38	4
39	11
40	17
41	17
42	23
43	22
44	18
45	7
46	27
47	10
48	13
49	25

78.74%

Sentence opener variety

Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers

consecutiveRepeats	1
diversityRatio	0.4827586206896552
totalSentences	58
uniqueOpeners	28

100.00%

Adverb-first sentence starts

Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb

adverbCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"Then they heard the kitchens."
1	"Then Nyx was there—though was"

ratio

0.038

100.00%

Pronoun-first sentence starts

Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun

pronounCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"Their scent was intoxicating—wine and"
1	"She touched the crescent scar"
2	"They moved deeper, past orchards"
3	"She pulled away, but not"
4	"She felt the pendant first."
5	"She clutched it through her"
6	"Their eyes, faintly glowing violet,"
7	"they whispered, and the sound"
8	"It came from the center"
9	"His skin was the color"
10	"He wore a crown of"
11	"She was looking at the"
12	"She drew it without thinking,"
13	"she said, her voice steady"
14	"They ran—or tried to."

ratio

0.288

75.38%

Subject-first sentence starts

Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject

subjectCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"The oaks had stood since"
1	"Aurora stepped through them first,"
2	"The sky burned amber—no sun,"
3	"Aurora tilted her chin back,"
4	"The air tasted of honey"
5	"Eva said, checking her watch"
6	"The second hand stuttered, then"
7	"Aurora finished, already walking"
8	"The path was not dirt"
9	"Some of the grapes were"
10	"Their scent was intoxicating—wine and"
11	"Aurora's heart kicked."
12	"She touched the crescent scar"
13	"They moved deeper, past orchards"
14	"Silas warned, his hand on"
15	"She pulled away, but not"
16	"The path widened into a"
17	"Aurora stopped at the edge"
18	"She felt the pendant first."
19	"The Heartstone at her throat,"

ratio

0.769

96.15%

Subordinate conjunction sentence starts

Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction

subConjCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"To either side sprawled vineyards"

ratio

0.019

0.00%

Technical jargon density

Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns

analyzedSentences

technicalSentenceCount

matches

0	"To either side sprawled vineyards that grew upward like fountains, vines looping in impossible spirals, heavy with clusters of violet grapes that shone with an …"
1	"Not the clang of mortal cookware, but a rhythmic, wet percussion—knives chopping on stone that echoed like drums, voices calling in languages that scraped again…"
2	"They moved deeper, past orchards where trees bore fruits that were not fruits at all but glistening pastries—éclairs with shells of caramelized bone, tarts fill…"
3	"One tree offered apples that, when Aurora reached for them, revealed themselves to be miniature skulls of some small creature, hollow-eyed and weeping syrup tha…"
4	"The path widened into a courtyard of black marble veined with gold, where fountains spurted not water but thick, ruby-red liquid that steamed and smelled of iro…"
5	"Around the perimeter, long tables stretched into infinity, laden with feasts that never emptied—roasted beasts with too many wings, bread that breathed, jellies…"
6	"Aurora stopped at the edge of a balcony that overlooked the grandest kitchen she could have imagined, a cathedral of copper and flame where hundred-foot spits t…"
7	"She was looking at the chefs who turned, suddenly aware of her presence—souls with hollow eyes and flour-dusted hands, reaching for knives that glowed with inte…"
8	"The path that had brought them now twisted, vines reaching with greedy tendrils, the sugarcane ground turning soft, then sticky, then grasping."
9	"Aurora ran with her friends at her sides, the blade cold in her grip, her blue eyes fixed on the shimmering distortion that was becoming visible even to her mor…"

62.50%

Useless dialogue additions

Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments

totalTags

uselessAdditionCount

matches

0	"she said, her voice steady despite the thunder in her chest"

7.14%

Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)

Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags

totalTags

fancyCount

fancyTags

0	"Silas warned (warn)"
1	"they whispered (whisper)"

dialogueSentences

tagDensity

0.429

leniency

0.857

rawRatio

0.333

effectiveRatio

0.286

77.9835%