"Yorkshire, Northern England, 1786. As the abandoned son of a lascar - a sailor from India - Heathcliff has spent most of his young life maligned as an outsider. When he's brought to a household on the Yorkshire moors, he clings to his birth father's language even though it makes the children of the house call him an animal, and the maids claim he speaks gibberish. Catherine is the younger child of the estate's owner, a daughter with light skin and brown curls and a mother whom nobody talks about. Her father is grooming her for a place in proper society, and that's all that matters. Catherine knows she must mold herself into someone well-mannered and marriageable, even though such an effort might destroy her spirit. As they occasionally flee into the moors to escape judgement and share the half remembred language of their unknown kin, Catherine and Heathcliff come to find solace in each other. Deep down in their souls, they can feel they are the same. But after the death of Catherine's father, the household's treatment of Heathcliff only grows more cruel and the relationship between him and Catherine becomes strained and threatens to unravel. For how can they ever be together when loving each other - and indeed, loving themselves - is as good as throwing themselves into poverty and death?