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Star Trek - Picard: The Dark Veil

  by James Swallow


(about 403 pages)
100,651
total words
of all the books in our library
37.57%
vividness
of all the books in our library
7.30%
passive voice
of all the books in our library
2.23%
all adverbs
of all the books in our library
0.84%
ly-adverbs
of all the books in our library
1.39%
non-ly-adverbs
of all the books in our library

clippings from this book

We’ve analyzed hundreds of millions of words, from thousands of different authors, training our linguistic models to recognize the most vivid words in the English language… the words that create the most intense sensory experiences: colors, textures, sounds, flavors, and aromas.

Based on our analysis, we’ve scanned through the pages of this book to find the two pages at the extremes, both the most-passive and the most-vivid pages, so that you can compare them side-by-side and see the difference:

MOST PASSIVE PAGE
MOST VIVID PAGE
had to leave my old life behind. It’s very effective, if one does not dig too deeply.” “Fortunate that the Tal Shiar had use for you,” she replied. “If not… there would have been no fiction about your ending.” Vadrel studied the unconscious Jazari. “So you’ll terminate this one when you are done with him, is that the intention? It’s not as if we can return him.” “Are you becoming squeamish in your later years?” She approached the angled chair on which the comatose alien was lying. “Disappointing.” “Death without purpose is always disappointing,” he countered. “Oh, this one will serve a purpose, Vadrel. Of that you may be certain.” Without warning, the Jazari’s eyes snapped open and he was instantly awake. He jerked against the restraints, shock written across his broad, scaled features. “What is going on?” He looked wildly around the room, finding Helek and fixing on her. “Why did you attack me? I am no threat to you! What is this place? Where am I?” “Remain calm,” said Vadrel. “You are… safe.” “I do not believe I am,” retorted the Jazari. “I am Redei, a technician of the Sixteenth Sept, and you have no right to hold me captive! Release me immediately.” Helek came closer, letting her voice drop. “Redei, I regret that these methods were necessary, but I am afraid I must compel you to provide certain answers to me. And I do not believe you or your people would do so willingly. So I am If he had an answer to that, he kept it to himself. The boy’s feet crunched on the dark-blue leaf litter on the forest floor, stirring up little puffs of bioluminescent pollen with each step he took. Above him, spindly azure tree trunks curled up away from the ground, forming complex helical shapes. At their tops, giant mushroom caps poured out a weak yellow-green glow, phosphorescing against the inside of the ecodome’s roof. Thad called out every now and then, because the sound of his voice seemed to affect the peculiar fungal trees, making them ripple their colors along the blue end of the visible spectrum. The effect was magical, and it made him grin. He fished a penlight from his pocket and used it to cast a pool of illumination ahead of him, picking his way through fallen branches and knots of growth too thick to climb over. Sometimes, furry things like six-eyed cats would be caught in the beam, and then flee into the deeper darkness. Thad could hear them moving around out in the gloom, and he imagined they were as curious about him as he was about them. The boy absently fingered the communicator disc in his pocket, telling himself he wasn’t worried, but it stayed resolutely inert. It hadn’t worked from the moment he arrived here. After being ejected at the far end of the drone tunnel into this alien woodland, Thad found himself sliding down a slippery wall that was impossible to climb back

emotional story arc

Click anywhere on the chart to see the most significant emotional words — both positive & negative — from the corresponding section of the text…
This chart visualizes the the shifting emotional balance for the arc of this story, based on the emotional strength of the words in the prose, using techniques pioneered by the UVM Computational Story Lab. To create this story arc, we divided the complete manuscript text into 50 equal-sized chunks, each with 2013.02 words, and then we scored each section by counting the number of strongly-emotional words, both positive and negative. The bars in the chart move downward whenever there’s conflict and sadness, and they move upward when conflicts are resolved, or when the characters are happy and content. The size of each bar represents the positive or negative word-count of that section.

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