These heads sheltered by umbrellas be they of Zeb-un-Nisa, or Catherine of Cleopatra or Fenichka live with their own stories

But I begin to fancy you don’t like me. How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me. (Catherine Linton, nee Earnshaw)

but for my own part, if a book is well written, I always find it too short.

I’m so stupid,” I tell her, tears streaming down my face now, blocking my vision. “You’re not stupid. You’re just an emotional vampire.

You’re right. I’ll see to it.”He fed the barrel stove until a healthy blaze was roaring. Finding me no longer a decent conversationalist, Thaddeus left with a promise to return soon with food and water....

Hyacinth. Please forgive me.

Oh God, I’m sorry I bring trouble on people. I don’t mean to, you know that, you know that. And don’t punish me by taking Ned. Keep him safe that’s all I ask. That’s all...

You make your son out to be to be almost an idiot; well let me tell you something, Mrs Loan, if he were a complete idiot, drooling at the mouth, he’d still be a better...

Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you–haunt me then. The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe–I know that ghosts have wandered the earth. Be...

I wish I could hold you,” she continued bitterly, “till we were both dead!