Nothing Less Than 7 Inches.

There. She Had Thanked Sebastian. She Waited For A Bolt Of Lightning To Shoot Out Of The Clouds And Striker Her Dead. But Nothing Happened.

I've Got The Mark Of Cain," Said Simon. "that Means Nothing Can Kill Me, Right?" "you Can Kill Yourself," Magnus Said, Somewhat Unhelpfully. "as Far As I Know, Inanimate Objects Can Accidentally Kill You. So If You Were Planning On Teaching Yourself The Lambada On A Greased Platform Over A Pit Full Of Knives, I Wouldn't." "there Goes My Saturday.

The First One Is Always The Hardest," He Said. "the First?" "the First One You Love Who Dies," He Said. "it Gets Easier, After.

I Think I Like ‘mundane’ Better Than ‘bloodsucker,’” Simon Muttered. “with Jace, You Don’t Really Get To Choose Your Insulting Nickname.” -simon And Clary, Pg.234-

I Don't Know How To Live In The World As A Shadowhunter Without Will. I Don't Think I Even Want To. I Am Still A Parabatai, But My Other Half Is Gone.