A focused editor, characters, story structure, and five AI coaches by your side, without ever writing in your place.
The coaches read, question, flag and check. They never produce a line of your prose. The final word is always yours.
Chapters, characters, structure and progress live together, and talk to each other.
The courtroom smelled of cold wax and fear. Aurèle looked up at the judges: none would meet his gaze.
That was when he understood the verdict had been written long ago.
Full screen, continuous autosave, drafts kept offline. The coaches wait at the bottom; you call them.
From shame to belonging.
Scar on left cheek, father’s coat.
One profile per character, one per place, relationships drawn on a map. In chapter 40, everything is one click away.
Three acts, five acts, the Hero’s Journey or your own framework. Every milestone has its guiding questions.
A goal, a streak, and a finish date recalculated after every session.
You pick the coach, the chapter, the moment. Your text on the left, what the coach gives back on the right.
Théo reads your whole chapter, as an editor would, and gives feedback in five parts: intention, pacing, voice, continuity, next step. He never rewrites a line.
The courtroom smelled of cold wax and fear. Aurèle looked up at the judges: none would meet his gaze.
That was when he understood the verdict had been written long ago, and that he had only one thing left to defend: the truth. Séléna, in the centre, had not moved. She was waiting for him to speak first.
He thought back to the escape, to Vhel Harbour, to Oren’s hand on his shoulder. All of it seemed to belong to someone else.
The Proofreader highlights repetitions, agreement, punctuation and limp adverbs, and explains. It never replaces a word: you make the correction yourself, in your sentence.
Aurèle raised his eyes to the judges: none would meet his gaze. He lowered his eyes and waited, really alone in the middle of the vast hall.
Séléna, in the centre, had not moved. She was waiting for him to speak first, and that silence was very heavy.
The Archivist rereads your chapter with your profiles at hand: dates, places, physical details. When a new name appears, it offers to create a profile. It never corrects anything itself.
The courtroom smelled of cold wax. Master Orsel, the clerk, read the indictment without looking up.
Aurèle touched the scar on his right cheek, the gesture he made when he was afraid. His father’s coat weighed on his shoulders.
Dédale watches over your framework: a milestone promised then forgotten, tension that sags for four chapters. It flags, you decide. “Intended” is always a valid answer.
The Art Director gives your novel an image: a provisional cover, the mood of a place, a character portrait. You describe, it offers three directions, you keep the one that speaks to you.
The capital of Almara seen from the harbour: a stone city, violet mist, storm light. No characters.
Style: engraving, ink and wash · Format: cover
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