Worlds of Ink and Shadow Quotes

“If I am to have a life of sorrows, I will not let them conquer me.”
― Lena Coakley, Worlds of Ink and Shadow

“He turned and narrowed his eyes at her. "There is a certain sort of girl who wants the wolf to eat out of her hand. If you are such, I'll warn you, she doesn't keep her fingers long."

Emily met his gaze " Some wolves can be tamed."

"Then we call them lapdogs, my dear- and you'll put no leash on me.”
― Lena Coakley, Worlds of Ink and Shadow

“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.”
― Lena Coakley, Worlds of Ink and Shadow

“Listen. You will still only love me. And I will only love you. It’s only that we’ll have different names. Sometimes I’ll be Augusta, queen of Gondal, and you’ll be a dangerous highwayman. Sometimes we’ll be Alexander and Zenobia, the young lovers. Sometimes… sometimes we will just be two lonely children roaming the moors together. But the ‘he’ of the story will always be you, and the 'she’ of the story will always be me. Forever.”
― Lena Coakley, 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?”
― Lena Coakley, Worlds of Ink and Shadow

“You would rather die than be a governess? It’s not prostitution, for heaven’s sake!” Charlotte gaped, and Emily, pale and stricken as she was, stifled a giggle. “I shudder to think where you learned of such things,” Charlotte said, standing. “The Bible,” Anne snapped. “Allow me to recommend it to you.” Good”
― Lena Coakley, Worlds of Ink and Shadow

“If you could choose any mask to wear right now, what would it be?” Anne lay down her yarn. “I suppose if, as you say, I would grow into this mask, then I would make it of my own face . . . but a braver, better version of myself.” “And what would this braver Anne do?” The answer came quickly, as if it had been there all along. I’d save them, she thought.”
― Lena Coakley, 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.”
― Lena Coakley, 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.”
― Lena Coakley, 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.”
― Lena Coakley, Worlds of Ink and Shadow

“there is no shortage of reading material in this house. Charlotte is an excellent writer, but Mr. Shakespeare is better, and if it’s Branwell’s wickedness you like, Papa says we may read Lord Byron in moderation.” Emily”
― Lena Coakley, Worlds of Ink and Shadow

“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.”
― Lena Coakley, Worlds of Ink and Shadow