There was something peculiarly gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out.

[Magnus] was wearing canary-yellow pajamas, and on his feet were green slippers with alien faces, complete with sproingy atennae.

Clary,” Jocelyn said. “I want you to meet Tessa Gray.

I never cared,” he said. “I wanted you anyway. I always wanted you.

Will’s hand looked brown and sunburnt by contrast, their fingers dovetailed together like piano keys.

Pain is only what you allow it to be

A lot of people feel like urban fantasy is a shortcut that gets you around world-building, because it's set "in the real world." But it doesn't really work that way, as I found out. You have to come up with just as consistent an internal cosmology and magic system as you would if you were writing high fantasy.