She tried to get up, but he threw himself on her and began pummeling her with both hands.
It hurts! she thought, surprised. I thought I was invulnerable.
You are immortal, said the voice within her head. You cannot be killed, but that is all.
“Great!” she muttered. “So I could spend the next five thousand years in a wheelchair!” And if Malcolm hadn’t aimed those shots at vital areas, I’d have three bullet wounds now.

The Amulet of Power, Chapter 34