“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
“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 potty in his voice. "I told you you'd get your fingers bit.” GunRougeEmily BronteBit Book:Worlds of Ink and Shadow Source: Worlds of Ink and Shadow