Run: 2026-10-07-01M4ASJ4R3QV77K1E52JP1VKSC

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29.9s
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$0.026236
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Mistral

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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 door rattled under the third knock, each strike sharp as a judge’s gavel. Aurora froze mid-step, the delivery bag slung over her shoulder suddenly feeling like a lead weight. No one knocked on Eva’s flat like that—polite, persistent, *expensive*. The tabby cat, Ptolemy, arched his back from the sofa and hissed at the door as if he already knew. She set the bag down. The scent of Golden Empress’ special XO sauce clung to her fingers, but beneath it, her pulse thrummed. Too fast. Too familiar. Another knock. Aurora exhaled through her nose and crossed the room. The floorboards groaned under her trainers, the sound swallowed by the flat’s usual chaos—books stacked like Jenga towers, scrolls pinned under a half-empty teacup, Eva’s notes on demonic sigils scrawled in the margins of a takeaway menu. She reached for the first deadbolt. “If this is another Jehovah’s Witness, I’m telling them you’re a vampire,” she muttered, flipping the second lock. The third stuck. Of course it did. A voice, smooth as aged brandy, cut through the wood. “I’d advise against that. They tend to take it personally.” Her fingers stilled. That voice. That *accent*. Marseille by way of hell’s waiting room. Aurora yanked the door open. Lucien Moreau stood in the dim hallway, his charcoal suit tailored to perfection, the ivory handle of his cane glinting under the flickering bulb. His heterochromatic eyes—one amber, one black—flickered over her with the precision of a man assessing a ledger. The black eye lingered on the crescent scar on her wrist. “Rory,” he said, as if her name were a secret he’d been keeping. She blocked the doorway with her body. “You’re not Eva.” “Astute.” A smirk tugged at his lips. “May I come in?” “No.” He didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Just tilted his head slightly, as if her refusal were a puzzle he’d already solved. “You’re holding the door like it’s the only thing keeping the world from ending.” “It’s keeping *you* from coming in.” “Semantics.” He adjusted his cufflinks. “I need to speak with Eva. It’s… urgent.” Aurora’s grip tightened on the doorframe. “She’s not here.” “Then I’ll wait.” “Outside.” His smirk deepened. “You’ve developed a flair for hospitality since Cardiff.” The words hit like a slap. Cardiff. The last time she’d seen him, she’d been a different person—softer, stupider, still convinced love was something you could outrun. She’d left without a word, without a note, just a half-packed suitcase and a one-way ticket to London. And now here he was, smelling of sandalwood and sin, acting like she’d just stepped out for milk. Ptolemy chose that moment to slink between her legs, his tail lashing against her ankle. Lucien’s gaze dropped to the cat, then back to her. “Still keeping terrible company, I see.” “Better than the alternative.” “Which is?” “You.” He chuckled, low and knowing. “You wound me, *malphora*.” The nickname sent a jolt through her. *Malphora*—the pet name he’d given her in the hushed corners of a Marseille jazz club, where the air had been thick with smoke and the promise of things they’d never say aloud. She’d asked him once what it meant. He’d only smiled and told her, “Something beautiful that doesn’t belong in the light.” Aurora swallowed. “What do you want, Luc?” His expression sobered. “Eva’s in trouble.” The words hung between them, heavy as a guillotine’s blade. Aurora’s stomach twisted. Eva was a lot of things—reckless, brilliant, infuriating—but she wasn’t the kind of trouble that came with a half-demon fixer on her doorstep. “What kind of trouble?” Lucien’s fingers tightened around his cane. “The kind that leaves bodies in alleys and questions unanswered.” Aurora’s pulse spiked. “And you’re here because…?” “Because she called me before she vanished.” “Vanished?” The word tasted like ash. “Three days ago. Left her phone, her wallet, her damn *cat*.” His gaze flicked to Ptolemy, who had now perched on the back of the sofa, watching them like a furry, disapproving judge. “But she took her research. All of it.” Aurora’s mind raced. Eva’s research was her life—the reason she’d dragged Rory into this world of demons and deals and things that went bump in the night. If she’d left it behind, she’d either been taken or she’d run. And Eva didn’t run. “You could’ve called,” Aurora said, more to buy time than anything else. “I did.” His voice was dry. “You changed your number.” She had. The day she’d left Cardiff. The day she’d decided Lucien Moreau was a distraction she couldn’t afford. “Fine.” She stepped back, but only because she needed answers, not because she wanted him in her space. “Five minutes. Then you’re gone.” He didn’t wait for a second invitation. The moment the door was wide enough, he stepped inside, his presence filling the flat like a storm rolling in. The scent of him—bergamot, leather, and something darker, something like gunpowder—wrapped around her. She hated that she still knew it by heart. Lucien took in the flat with a single glance, his sharp eyes missing nothing. The takeaway containers on the coffee table. The half-empty glass of wine on the windowsill. The way Aurora’s hands clenched at her sides, as if she were one wrong word away from throwing him back out. “Cosy,” he lied. “Don’t.” She crossed her arms. “What’s the last thing Eva said to you?” He reached into his inner pocket and pulled out a folded slip of paper. “She sent this. To my office.” Aurora took it, her fingers brushing his. A spark. A betrayal. She unfolded the note. *Luc—if they find me, burn it all. And tell Rory I’m sorry.* Her breath caught. Eva’s handwriting was usually neat, precise. This was a scrawl, the ink smudged as if she’d written it in a hurry. Or in fear. “Who’s *they*?” Aurora demanded. Lucien’s jaw tightened. “That’s what I’m here to find out.” “Bullshit.” She crumpled the note in her fist. “You’re not here out of the goodness of your half-demon heart. What’s your angle?” For the first time, his composure cracked. A muscle in his cheek twitched. “She’s my friend too, Rory.” “Friends don’t disappear for three days without a word.” “No,” he agreed. “They don’t.” Aurora paced to the window, her reflection a dark smudge in the rain-streaked glass. Outside, Brick Lane hummed with life—laughter from the curry house below, the distant wail of a siren, the ever-present thrum of the city. None of it felt real. “You think this is about her research,” she said. “I know it is.” She turned back to him. “Then you know she was onto something. Something big.” Lucien’s fingers tapped against his cane. “She mentioned a name. *Malphas*.” Aurora’s blood turned to ice. Malphas. Not just any demon—a prince of Hell, a dealer in secrets, a name that made even seasoned hunters like Eva hesitate. “She was tracking him?” “Tracking. Hunting. Pissing off.” He shrugged. “You know Eva.” Yes. She did. And if Eva had been digging into Malphas, then she’d either found something or *he* had found *her*. Aurora’s mind raced. Eva’s notes. The flat. The way Ptolemy had hissed at the door like he’d sensed something unnatural. “She left her research here.” Lucien’s eyes flicked to the chaos of papers on the coffee table. “Then we start there.” “We?” Aurora’s voice was sharp. “There’s no *we*, Luc. Not anymore.” He stepped closer, his polished shoes silent on the worn rug. “You think I don’t know that?” His voice dropped, the amber eye burning into her. “You think I haven’t spent the last two years wondering why the hell you left without so much as a *goodbye*?” The air between them crackled. Aurora’s chest tightened. She’d spent two years trying to forget the way his voice sounded when he was angry. When he was hurt. When he was *hers*. “It was for the best,” she said, but the words sounded hollow even to her. “For who?” He closed the distance between them, his cane thudding softly against the floor. “For you? For me? Or just another lie you told yourself to sleep at night?” Aurora’s breath hitched. She could smell the sandalwood on him, could see the faintest shadow of stubble along his jaw—new, since this morning. He’d always been meticulous. This was the first time she’d seen him anything less than perfectly groomed. “You don’t get to do this,” she whispered. “Do what?” His hand lifted, as if to touch her, but he stopped himself. “Call you out on your shit? Remind you that you’re a coward?” The word stung. Because it was true. She’d run. From Cardiff. From her past. From *him*. And for what? A flat above a bar, a job delivering noodles, a life that was safe and small and *empty*. Aurora’s fingers curled into fists. “I’m not the coward here, Luc. I left because I *knew* what you were. What you *are*. And I knew I couldn’t—” She cut herself off. Couldn’t *love* you. Couldn’t *stay*. Couldn’t watch you sell your soul piece by piece and pretend it didn’t break me. Lucien’s expression darkened. “Couldn’t what, Rory?” The silence stretched, thick and suffocating. Ptolemy chose that moment to knock a stack of books off the table with a disdainful flick of his tail. The crash was like a gunshot. Aurora flinched. “This isn’t about us.” “Isn’t it?” His voice was a velvet blade. “Because it feels like it’s *always* about us.” She wanted to argue. Wanted to scream. Wanted to slam the door in his face and pretend this conversation never happened. But Eva was missing. And if Malphas was involved, time was the one thing they didn’t have. Aurora exhaled sharply. “Fine. We’ll look through her notes. But we do this *my* way.” Lucien’s lips quirked. “Your way?” “No secrets. No bullshit. And when this is over, you walk away. For good.” His smirk faded. For a moment, she thought he might argue. Might reach for her. Might say something that would shatter the fragile truce between them. Instead, he gave a single, slow nod. “Deal.” Aurora turned towards the coffee table, her heart pounding. The notes were a mess—Eva’s usual scrawl, diagrams of sigils, printouts of old texts, a half-empty packet of biscuits crushed under a book on infernal contracts. She picked up a page at random. And froze. The symbol at the top wasn’t just any sigil. It was a mark of binding. And scrawled beneath it, in Eva’s hurried handwriting, were the words: *He’s not what he seems.* Aurora’s blood turned to ice. Lucien’s cane thudded against the floor as he stepped beside her. “What is it?” She didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Because the page wasn’t just about Malphas. It was about *him*. And the date at the top was from two weeks ago. The day before Eva disappeared.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags22
adverbTagCount3
adverbTags
0"He’d only [only]"
1"The word tasted like [like]"
2"She stepped back [back]"
dialogueSentences76
tagDensity0.289
leniency0.579
rawRatio0.136
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86.24% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1817
totalAiIsmAdverbs5
found
0
adverb"suddenly"
count1
1
adverb"slightly"
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2
adverb"softly"
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adverb"perfectly"
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4
adverb"sharply"
count1
highlights
0"suddenly"
1"slightly"
2"softly"
3"perfectly"
4"sharply"
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)
58.72% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
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totalAiIsms15
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word"pulse"
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word"familiar"
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word"glinting"
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word"flickered"
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word"stomach"
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word"flicked"
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word"raced"
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word"the last thing"
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word"silence"
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word"velvet"
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word"pounding"
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5"stomach"
6"flicked"
7"raced"
8"the last thing"
9"silence"
10"velvet"
11"pounding"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches1
maxInWindow1
found
0
label"sent a shiver through"
count1
highlights
0"sent a jolt through"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells2
narrationSentences172
matches
0"r in fear"
1"was angry"
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences172
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences223
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen39
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans24
markdownWords39
totalWords1803
ratio0.022
matches
0"expensive"
1"accent"
2"you"
3"malphora"
4"Malphora"
5"cat"
6"Luc—if they find me, burn it all. And tell Rory I’m sorry."
7"they"
8"Malphas"
9"he"
10"her"
11"we"
12"goodbye"
13"hers"
14"him"
15"empty"
16"knew"
17"are"
18"love"
19"stay"
20"always"
21"my"
22"He’s not what he seems."
23"him"
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions22
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
66.12% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions75
wordCount1371
uniqueNames16
maxNameDensity1.68
worstName"Aurora"
maxWindowNameDensity3
worstWindowName"Aurora"
discoveredNames
Eva13
Ptolemy5
Golden1
Jenga1
Moreau2
Aurora23
London1
Marseille2
Rory2
Cardiff3
Lucien11
Brick1
Lane1
Hell1
Malphas4
Couldn4
persons
0"Eva"
1"Ptolemy"
2"Moreau"
3"Aurora"
4"Rory"
5"Lucien"
places
0"London"
1"Marseille"
2"Cardiff"
3"Brick"
4"Lane"
5"Malphas"
globalScore0.661
windowScore0.667
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences88
glossingSentenceCount1
matches
0"something like gunpowder—wrapped around her"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount1803
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount3
totalSentences223
matches
0"chose that moment"
1"hated that she"
2"chose that moment"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs95
mean18.98
std15.69
cv0.827
sampleLengths
060
127
22
352
425
520
614
75
852
913
1010
1111
121
1334
146
1513
169
173
181
1911
2063
2131
224
232
241
259
2660
277
286
2936
304
3116
327
337
346
3541
3643
3712
3810
3919
4023
4149
4250
433
4413
4520
4615
4712
4827
494
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount1
totalSentences172
matches
0"been taken"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount1
totalVerbs252
matches
0"was, smelling"
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount16
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences13
totalSentences223
ratio0.058
matches
0"No one knocked on Eva’s flat like that—polite, persistent, *expensive*."
1"The floorboards groaned under her trainers, the sound swallowed by the flat’s usual chaos—books stacked like Jenga towers, scrolls pinned under a half-empty teacup, Eva’s notes on demonic sigils scrawled in the margins of a takeaway menu."
2"His heterochromatic eyes—one amber, one black—flickered over her with the precision of a man assessing a ledger."
3"The last time she’d seen him, she’d been a different person—softer, stupider, still convinced love was something you could outrun."
4"*Malphora*—the pet name he’d given her in the hushed corners of a Marseille jazz club, where the air had been thick with smoke and the promise of things they’d never say aloud."
5"Eva was a lot of things—reckless, brilliant, infuriating—but she wasn’t the kind of trouble that came with a half-demon fixer on her doorstep."
6"Eva’s research was her life—the reason she’d dragged Rory into this world of demons and deals and things that went bump in the night."
7"The scent of him—bergamot, leather, and something darker, something like gunpowder—wrapped around her."
8"*Luc—if they find me, burn it all."
9"Outside, Brick Lane hummed with life—laughter from the curry house below, the distant wail of a siren, the ever-present thrum of the city."
10"Not just any demon—a prince of Hell, a dealer in secrets, a name that made even seasoned hunters like Eva hesitate."
11"She could smell the sandalwood on him, could see the faintest shadow of stubble along his jaw—new, since this morning."
12"The notes were a mess—Eva’s usual scrawl, diagrams of sigils, printouts of old texts, a half-empty packet of biscuits crushed under a book on infernal contracts."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount353
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount10
adverbRatio0.028328611898016998
lyAdverbCount2
lyAdverbRatio0.0056657223796034
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences223
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences223
mean8.09
std6.52
cv0.806
sampleLengths
014
116
210
320
45
518
62
72
82
99
1037
116
1218
133
144
1510
1610
173
182
192
207
215
2224
2317
2411
2513
267
273
287
294
301
313
322
3315
3414
356
365
378
386
393
403
411
423
438
446
451
4620
4718
4818
4915
43.95% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats17
diversityRatio0.3094170403587444
totalSentences223
uniqueOpeners69
69.93% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount3
totalSentences143
matches
0"Of course it did."
1"Just tilted his head slightly,"
2"Instead, he gave a single,"
ratio0.021
99.72% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount43
totalSentences143
matches
0"She set the bag down."
1"She reached for the first"
2"she muttered, flipping the second"
3"Her fingers stilled."
4"His heterochromatic eyes—one amber, one"
5"he said, as if her"
6"She blocked the doorway with"
7"He didn’t move."
8"He adjusted his cufflinks"
9"His smirk deepened."
10"She’d left without a word,"
11"He chuckled, low and knowing."
12"She’d asked him once what"
13"He’d only smiled and told"
14"His expression sobered."
15"His gaze flicked to Ptolemy,"
16"His voice was dry"
17"She stepped back, but only"
18"He didn’t wait for a"
19"She hated that she still"
ratio0.301
64.90% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount113
totalSentences143
matches
0"The door rattled under the"
1"Aurora froze mid-step, the delivery"
2"The tabby cat, Ptolemy, arched"
3"She set the bag down."
4"The scent of Golden"
5"Aurora exhaled through her nose"
6"The floorboards groaned under her"
7"She reached for the first"
8"she muttered, flipping the second"
9"The third stuck."
10"A voice, smooth as aged"
11"Her fingers stilled."
12"Marseille by way of hell’s"
13"Aurora yanked the door open."
14"Lucien Moreau stood in the"
15"His heterochromatic eyes—one amber, one"
16"The black eye lingered on"
17"he said, as if her"
18"She blocked the doorway with"
19"A smirk tugged at his"
ratio0.79
100.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount4
totalSentences143
matches
0"If she’d left it behind,"
1"When he was hurt."
2"Because it was true."
3"Because the page wasn’t just"
ratio0.028
82.07% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences47
technicalSentenceCount4
matches
0"Eva was a lot of things—reckless, brilliant, infuriating—but she wasn’t the kind of trouble that came with a half-demon fixer on her doorstep."
1"Eva’s research was her life—the reason she’d dragged Rory into this world of demons and deals and things that went bump in the night."
2"The moment the door was wide enough, he stepped inside, his presence filling the flat like a storm rolling in."
3"A flat above a bar, a job delivering noodles, a life that was safe and small and *empty*."
11.36% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags22
uselessAdditionCount5
matches
0"he said, as if her name were a secret he’d been keeping"
1"His voice dropped, the amber eye burning into her"
2"she said, but the words sounded hollow even to her"
3"He closed, his cane thudding softly against the floor"
4"His hand lifted, as if to touch her, but he stopped himself"
71.05% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags10
fancyCount6
fancyTags
0"she muttered (mutter)"
1"He’d only (would)"
2"he lied (lie)"
3"Aurora demanded (demand)"
4"he agreed (agree)"
5"she whispered (whisper)"
dialogueSentences76
tagDensity0.132
leniency0.263
rawRatio0.6
effectiveRatio0.158
85.1353%