Haworth Parsonage stood on the edge of the Yorkshire Moors like a rock in a tempest. Inside its cheerless rooms, six delicate children dreamed their wild dreams and fantasies, bound together by their passion for literature and for their beloved moors. Later, when only Charlotte, Emily, Anne and Branwell remained, they were forced by poverty to emerge from the privacy of Haworth and earn their living. For the sisters the experience, although sometimes bitter and humiliating, set them free to write their extraordinary novels. For their brother, it mean ruin.