I and my fellows Are ministers of fate: the elements Of whom your swords are temper’d may as well Wound the loud winds, or with bemock’d-at stabs Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish One dowle that’s in my plume; my fellow-ministers Are like invulnerable.
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When this world is sealed, I will not just be invulnerable; I will live forever.
Cassandra Clare -- City of Heavenly Fire
They walk in the dark, along the edges of high cliffs, humming to themselves, thinking themselves invulnerable.