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250 pages, Hardcover
Published June 13, 2024
The buildings stood as enduring monuments to the skill of their creators, their sturdy frames weathering the passage of centuries with stoic resilience.A.I. writing is constantly explaining itself to the reader. At every turn it tells you the significance of everything, hammering on the supposed importance of every detail.
This colossal fortress served as their base of operations, its sturdy walls echoing with the whispers of history. [...] A sprawling mining metropolis, it bustled with life, inhabited by the sturdy and resourceful Braemeerian Dwarves. These Dwarves were not merely defined by their customs but also by their physical traits. [...] However, the Dwarves of Braemoor had a unique bark-like brown tone to their skin, a testament to their deep connection to the earth. [...] Each clan, with its distinct features and heritage, added layers of richness to the tapestry of the realm of Dreynas.In fact, A.I. tells you everything, and shows you nothing. "Show, don't tell" is oft-cited writing advice that can mean a lot of different things, but when it comes to A.I., everything is told.
Their formidable presence was further heightened by the long oblong shields they bore, which offered a steadfast defense. In addition to their defensive gear, each dwarf was armed with a weapon suited to their individual combat style—whether it be a sword, axe, mace, or some combination thereof. They also carried a crossbow and a quiver brimming with bolts, ready to unleash precise and deadly ranged attacks when needed.Oh, is that what shields are for? Steadfast defense? Who knew? Oh wow, crossbows are for deadly ranged attacks, when needed? Amazing.
He turned to Gunnar, his tone tinged with curiosity and a hint of provocation. [...] His words carried a hint of humor, but beneath it, there lay a genuine worry.I challenge anyone to act out these fine combinations of tones.
Yet, as the weight of General Wilfrid's orders settled upon them, Gunnar saw the resolve harden in their eyes, the anticipation giving way to steely determination. They were warriors, forged in the crucible of conflict, and they would meet whatever challenges lay ahead with unwavering resolve. [...] Despite the chill in the air and the looming threat of danger, a surge of pride swelled within Gunnar as he looked upon his comrades. In their unity, he found strength, and in their determination, he found reassurance. Together, they would face whatever lay ahead, their bond as unbreakable as the mountains themselves. [...] Following his address, Gunnar locked eyes with each of his squad leaders, a deliberate and intense gaze that conveyed both the gravity of the situation and the unspoken assurance that he would be right there beside them. He wanted his squad leaders to fully grasp the seriousness of the mission but also to recognize his unwavering commitment to sharing in the risks they would face. As he surveyed the expressions of his squad leaders, Gunnar’s expectations were met with a silent understanding. There were no questions, no uncertainties; they were a seasoned unit, well-acquainted with their duties and well-versed in the dangers that awaited them. In that moment of shared determination, the Snow Wolves were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.Apparently we don't even need dialogue; a single gaze conveys an entire smorgasbord of gradations of determination.
In Dwarven culture, names held significant weight. They were more than mere labels; they reflected one's essence and heritage. [...] The weapons and armor were not mere creations; they were masterpieces meticulously forged by the most highly skilled Dwarven smiths in Dreynas.(A.I. book blurbs use this a lot also, e.g. "Don't just turn the page—immerse yourself in the story".) The insistence that "each" or "every" instance of a thing carries great significance is equally common.
With each glance exchanged, her gaze revealed a glimpse of her pure and unspoiled spirit, a soft reminder of the enduring innocence she possessed. [...] Yet, the fifty Dwarves who now stood before Gunnar were no ordinary soldiers. Each one had distinguished themselves as an exceptional warrior, recognized by their superiors, and personally selected to remain within the military fold.A.I. writing also tends to gloss over specifics and provide merely an overview of events, particularly when recounting past events.
Over the span of a decade, Gunnar had ceaselessly toiled to wrestle from his soldiers the respect that had initially eluded him. He devoted himself to a grueling regimen of training and education, honing his skills until he stood unrivalled within his unit. While his slightly above-average height and muscular frame certainly played to his advantage, it was the relentless grind of unyielding discipline and unflagging effort that catapulted him to the top and continued to keep him there. Through relentless study, Gunnar delved into the intricacies of his craft, learning about weaponry, battles, tactics, the different races on Vellhor and the magic systems used by those races. He refused to cut any corners in his pursuit of mastery.Name one thing Gunnar did in any of that. Another:
One memory etched in Kemp’s mind involved Ellis, and a prank they had played on a professor. She was a battleaxe of a professor, with dark-red hair, whose disposition seemed to harbor an odd resentment toward her students, despite her role in educating the kingdom’s young minds. Ellis, in an act of impish brilliance, had harnessed his enchantment powers to manipulate a colony of ants, using them to disrupt her lecture on dream magic. The outcome had been uproarious, albeit fleeting, as Professor McArdle swiftly discerned the culprit behind the antics.How exactly did the ants disrupt the lecture? And if this is a prank "they" played, what exactly did Kemp do?
He knew the challenges facing his family were far from over, but he also knew he would face them head-on, as he always had, with strength and determination born from the depths of the Scorched Mountains. [...] Gunnar's stoic demeanor remained unchanged, a testament to the resilience ingrained in the heart of every dwarf. [...] In their unity, he found strength, and in their determination, he found reassurance. Together, they would face whatever lay ahead, their bond as unbreakable as the mountains themselves. [...] Setting her katana aside, the blade, a symbol of her skill and determination, gleamed in the dim light of the morning. [...] Stories of his prowess echoed through the halls of Elven society, a testament to his unparalleled skill and unmatched dedication to his craft. [...] Anwyn’s unwavering determination and focus had driven her to excel in both magical and combat skills, despite the restrictions imposed by Elven society. [...] Yet, Anwyn couldn’t shake the belief in the compelling nature of her argument. A surge of determination rushed through her, fueled by her conviction that there had to be a better way. [...] With each droplet that tapped against the windowpane, his determination renewed, fueling his unwavering resolve to embark on the adventure awaiting him.And again the whispering, so much whispering, and other wispy nonsense.
Dakarai’s weary footsteps whispered through the dimly lit corridor of his home, each soft sound a reminder of the relentless toil he endured in the mines. [...] This colossal fortress served as their base of operations, its sturdy walls echoing with the whispers of history. [...] the cottage sat beside a serene stream, its waters whispering secrets to the surrounding woods. [...] Elven steeds boasted remarkable longevity, spanning over a century, echoing the timeless bonds woven within the forest’s embrace.What does any of the even mean? Saccharine, substanceless drivel is another hallmark of A.I. generated fantasy fiction. You have no idea how much of this I've seen in countless obvious A.I. slop books.