“Penned creatures suffer, but the more so when they imagine a pen what ain’t there” SufferingFeeling Trapped Book:Jane Steele Source: Jane Steele
“But I will be a beautiful disaster.” BeautifulBeautyDisasterMeloncholy Book:Jane Steele Source: Jane Steele
“Being brave and being alone aren't the same thing.” LonelinessBraveryBeing Alone Book:Seven for a Secret Source: Seven for a Secret
“In this impossible future, I would not have just murdered yet another man, Sahjara would break mighty stallions , Mr Thornfield would love me, and everyone would lose the look we had of folk waiting for the axe to fall.” TraumaSelf Defence Book:Jane Steele Source: Jane Steele
“I hope that the epitaph of the human race when the world ends will be: Here perished a species which lived to tell stories. We tell stories to strangers to ingratiate ourselves, stories to lovers to better adhere us skin to skin, stories in our heads to banish the demons. When we tell truth, often we are callous; when we tell lies, often we are kind. Through it all, we tell stories, and we own an uncanny knack for the task.” WritingStories Writing Book:Jane Steele Source: Jane Steele
“In the broad light of day, I could not give his tale nearly so much credence as I had granted it when sitting rapt before a midnight fireplace whilst the tempest without erased the natural world.” Spellbound Book:The Whole Art of Detection: Lost Mysteries of Sherlock Holmes Source: The Whole Art of Detection: Lost Mysteries of Sherlock Holmes
“There is no practice more vexing than that of authors describing coach travel for the edification of people who have already travelled in coaches. As I must adhere to form, however, I will simply list a series of phrases for the unlikely reader who has never gone anywhere:” Jane EyreCoach TravelRe Telling Book:Jane Steele Source: Jane Steele
“My friend opened a small box which Lestrade had produced. Inside lay a beautiful silver cigarette case monogrammed with Holmes's initials, underneath which ran the words, "With the Respects of Scotland Yard, November 1888." Sherlock Holmes sat with his lips parted, but no sound emerged. "Thank you," he managed at length.” FriendshipPrideSherlock HolmesLestrade Book:Dust and Shadow: An Account of the Ripper Killings by Dr. John H. Watson Source: Dust and Shadow: An Account of the Ripper Killings by Dr. John H. Watson