“Psst. Minion. I need these laundered. Very little starch. Don’t just stand there gawking or you’ll anger my good frenemy General Wroth.… — Kresley Cole Copy Share Image
“When she scooped up her clothes, opened his door, then snapped her fingers for a guard down the hall, Wroth watched like… — Kresley Cole Copy Share Image
“He smelled like smoke and laundered sheets left to dry in the sun.” — Gabrielle Zevin Copy Share Image
“This time she was in a beat-up denim jacket and jeans worn over an old, much-laundered, open-throated white shirt.” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
