“I wonder. If I had you wear that mask today, Anne, would you find the courage to tell me what is troubling you?" Anne would very much have liked to confide in her father, but where in the world would she begin? He leaned over and whispered in her ear. "I will tell you a secret, my dear. All of my children are shy. They have simply learned the art of wearing masks.” ShyMasksBronteAnne BronteFather Father And Daughter Book:Worlds of Ink and Shadow Source: Worlds of Ink and Shadow
“The rage inside Charlotte crested to a peak. "I'm angry because Papa and Aunt Branwell never would have sent you here," she shouted. "Not to a charity school. Not the precious boy." "I know that," Branwell said, his voice ragged. "I've always known that. Don't you think that might be hard to live with?” AngerSiblingsBronteCharlotte BrontëBranwell BronteCharity School Book:Worlds of Ink and Shadow Source: Worlds of Ink and Shadow
“Rogue turned to her, his face no longer quite so hard. A curl of smoke rose from the pistol in his hand. Rotten apples fell from the tree, splatting at her feet. "Poor little girlie," he said, and there did seem to be pitty in his voice. "I told you you'd get your fingers bit.” WolfBronteRogueEmily BronteBitAlexander Rogue Book:Worlds of Ink and Shadow Source: Worlds of Ink and Shadow
“We are so isolated here in Haworth, with no one of our own age to befriend, and the men and women of Verdopolis are real, in a way. It wouldn't seem strange to me if... Someone... Might even fall in love with one of them.” LoveBronteEmily BronteAnne BronteVerdopolis Book:Worlds of Ink and Shadow Source: Worlds of Ink and Shadow
“Maria raised herself with difficulty. "Hush. I'm getting up. See?" She sat perched on the edge of the bed, breathing heavily. "And you will have my porridge thus morning. If you share it with Emil.” PorridgeBronteMaria Bronte Author:Lena Coakley
“Wait," Charlotte said. "I'd like to say something, if I may, Papa." He nodded, and Charlotte stood. Her siblings were still looking very grave. She hoped they were in the proper frame of mind to hear what she had to say, especially Branwell. "I have been thinking a great deal about ... My stories." She nodded significantly to them, willing them to understand that she was not talking about writing so much as about crossing over. "Papa was very wise when he called my writing a childish habit, and I think he understands that, for me, its a dangerous one as well." The small square of paper that had caused such consternation lay in front of her on the table. Now she took it up and held it out, looking at each if her siblings in turn. "Emily. Anne. Branwell." She ripped the paper in half. Emily gasped. " I am renouncing my invented worlds and all who live there. If any of you are in the grip if a similar childish habit"- she raised an eyebrow at her brother - "I challenge you to do the same.” WritingStoriesChallengeBronteChildishCharlotte Brontë Book:Worlds of Ink and Shadow Source: Worlds of Ink and Shadow