My sisters and I cannot spend any substantial time searching for Wickham, as we are each commanded by His Majesty to defend Hertfordshire from all enemies until such time as we are dead, rendered lame, or married.

I always say that the characters in Jane Austen's original books are rather like zombies because they live in this bubble of immense wealth and privilege and no matter what's going on around them they have a singular purpose to maintain their rank and to impress others.

So long as this country is cursed with slavery, so too will it be cursed with vampires.

Her only fault is that she lacks sense enough to avoid falling in love with such a fool as I!

The day Henry made a choice... that some men are just too interesting to die.

Pride and Prejudice' - perhaps more than any other Jane Austen book - is engrained in our literary consciousness.

He begged to know to which of his fair cousins the excellency of its cookery was owing. Briefly forgetting her manners, Mary grabbed her fork and leapt from her chair onto the table. Lydia, who was seated nearest her, grabbed her ankle before she could dive at Mr. Collins and, presumably, stab him about the head and neck for such an insult.