“A grin broke across Heath's hansome face. "The last time I saw such a collection of Boscastles in church was at Father's funeral. Who invited the mistresses?""I think I did, "Grayson said, suppressing a yawn."God knows I've been sitting here so long my brain's gone stiff.""You invited them to a wedding?""It's not my wedding thank God.""Well, it is your chapel.""Ergo I invite whom I please.""Someone might have thought to invite the groom.”

“The host in question, the chapel's owner, Grayston Boscastle, the fifth Marquess of Sedgecroft, sat thinking that the bride had the most appealing derriere he had seen in a long time. Not that he made a point of lusting after young women in wedding dresses, but he had been staring at the back of her for over two hours now. A normal man's curiosity could not help but be aroused. What else was he to look at? He wondered whether the rest of her was appealing.”

“Water? At a wedding? I don’t understand,” he asks in confusion. “Did you invite Jesus? That’s the only way that will be acceptable.”

“If I invite God into my life, I am and always will be good enough.”

“She saw death as just another wedding she wasn't invited to.”

“Children of the Nephilim," Magnus said. "Well, well. I don't recall inviting you."Isabelle took out her invitation and waved it like a white flag. "I have an invitation. These"--she indicated the rest of the group with a grand wave of her arm--"are my friends."Magnus plucked the invitation out of her hand and looked at it with fastidious distaste. "I must have been drunk," he said. He threw the door open. "Come in. And try not to murder any of my guests." Jace looked at him, "Even if one of them spills something on my new shoes?" "Even then."- 219”

“Heath slid two fingers beneath Adrian’s white neckcloth to feel his pulse. “In that case, I can state with complete confidence that he shall be all right.”“Then why isn’t he moving?” she asked in a distraught voice.Heath smiled. “Ask him.”She looked down into a pair of hazel eyes smoldering with unholy mirth. Adrian’s lean cheek pressed into the curve of her breast.A wolf, indeed.”