Nothing Less Than 7 Inches.

Faeries Are Fallen Angels," Said Dorothea, "cast Down Out Of Heaven For Their Pride." "that's The Legend," Jace Said. "it's Also Said That They're The Offspring Of Demons And Angels, Which Always Seemed More Likely To Me. Good And Evil, Mixing Together. Faeries Are As Beautiful As Angels Are Supposed To Be, But They Have A Lot Of Mischief And Cruelty In Them. And You'll Notice Most Of Them Avoid Midday Sunlight—" "for The Devil Has No Power," Said Dorothea Softly, As If She Were Reciting An Old Rhyme, "except In The Dark.

That Might Be Nice, An Extra Pair Of Arms," Jace Said. "handy In A Fight." "not If They're Growing Out Of Your..." Dorothea Paused And Smiled, Not Without Malice. "neck.

I Can't Believe He Didn't Have The Dignity And Presence Of Mind Just To Get Drunk And Pass Out In Some Gutter," Said Jace. "i Must Say, I'm Disappointed In The Little Fellow.

Even The Trip Throught The Portal Had Not Disarranged Magnus's Hair Spikes. He Tugged On One Proudly. "check It Out", He Said To Isabelle. "magic?" "hair Gel. $3.99 At Ricky's.

No," Jace Agreed. "we Don't Fly. We Break And Enter.