Sage Byrne

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Urban fantasy author of Nereid Unbound launching August of 2026. Getting my feet wet in Bluesky - but isn't that what Nereids are supposed to do? Find out more at sagebyrne.com Allergic to AI - Bots need not apply

Embrace your dreams; they are your unique path.
Juvenile alligator
Beautiful sandy bottomed creek. Clear water. Trees arching overhead. A kayaker can be seen further along beneath the green canopy.
A flat brown with a natural hole.
Callie, a Rough Collie, lies upside down grinning and showing her teeth. She is sable & white with black accents.
Shockingly clear blue first magnitude spring in Florida. This photo is the inspiration for Nereid Unbound. https://www.sagebyrne.com/NereidUnbound
Several smiling people celebrating with the author of Nereid Unbound.
A cave diver descends in cleqr water toward Jackaon Blue Hole, a first magnitude spring in Mariana Florida. Aquatic grasses line the bottom around the mouth of the hole.
The image shown is from beneath the surface of clear, blue water, and shows a woman floating prone next to a paddleboard and paddle. The title reads: Nereid Unbound Sage Byrne A Nerissa Morgen Series
Happy, golden colored Finnish Spitz running on green grass. His counterpart appears in the novel Nereid Unbound
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A displeased rough collie in a thunder shirt as fireworks begin
Leading edge of a supercell looming over Fort Walton Beach FL
You can't go back and change the beginning, but you can start where you are and change the ending.
Wood and cable bridge suspended over the Toccoa river in North Georgia.
String lights and colored spotlights illuminate the deck of a creekside inn in Northern Georgia.
Secluded waterfall spilling into a pool
Yellow blossoms on bright green cactus .
Tassled bookmarks for Nereid Unbound Sagebyrne.com
Navigating a high rope course
Henry Cavill, Gale Dekarios, Tom Ellis, Charlie Cox
Two juvenile Redfoot tortoises eating bright red raspberries.
Wild boar eating acorns on a manicured lawn.
Write Banned Books
T-shirt with the words: Write Banned Books!
A thrilling new novel by the creators of Sekret Machines who, with the help of a team of government insiders, exposed the secret pentagon UFO program that captured America’s attention and led to the first public congressional hearings about unidentified flying objects. It’s 1962, in Trinity, Nevada, a small town on the edge of the desert, home to a military base serving the nuclear testing grounds. Van Lopez and his brother Andy have enough to do keeping their truck running and the local criminal gang happy to be concerned about nuclear tests. Van has dreams, or—he’s not sure what to call them—that he cannot explain or forget, but when he sees mysterious lights in the sky, he struggles to make sense of what now feel like his earliest memories. On the day of the atomic test, the nuclear blast brings down something over Trinity that wasn’t supposed to be there—something not of this world. Now Van is running for his life, pursued by a murderous Soviet agent and government forces bent on keeping all he has seen—and all he has remembered—from getting out. Romances and rivalries come to a head as he fights for the things he cares about most, and in that final battle he may have to make allies of his oldest enemies.
The Mandalorian. This is the way.
A lump formed in Kenna’s chest as the sheriff’s search and rescue team pulled up, followed closely by Uncle Roy in the car she’d loaned him. The older man was visibly upset as he spoke with the deputies. She did her best to provide as much information as possible about the location where she’d found Neri’s kayaks, the storm she believed they’d been caught in, and about Brandt Murphy, who was already out searching for them. Mostly, she was afraid for her best friend.
Who needs a good laugh? My delusional self mapped out twelve scenes before bed last night, and two more this morning. Then I thought, I'll just write those scenes today and knock out 12-15k words. Let me be the first to admit: I don't math. I wear my coat of optimism and audacity the way a blind person picks out color palettes. My reach was farther than my grasp. That dog won't hunt. I have not written 12-15k words today. I have knocked out one scene. It is 700 words long. I am now sitting here trying to figure out how to make dinner fix itself while contemplating why there aren't more hours in the day. I think I may pour myself a drink.
The sound was wrong, reverberating deep throughout her bones. She recognized it from her naturalist studies. Not the species, but the type of sound. Like the sound male alligators made to attract a mate. A sound that could make water dance. A tendril of fear coiled around her heart like a vice.
Scented candle labeled "Light When Dog Farts."
Riley (left) and Callie (right). Rough collies peer from the hallway.
Brandt showered, changed into comfortable clothes, and located the healing draught he’d had stashed away. He turned it over in his hands, eyeing the red, syrupy liquid inside. It was a foul-tasting concoction, but worth its weight in gold in a battle. It could mend his ribs and other injuries in a matter of minutes, but some part of him felt like he deserved the pain—a penance.
Bound by the Blood by Cecilai Tan Gold lettering and a long thin dagger grace the cover.
Nerissa backed up slowly, remembering an attack that had occurred in her teens. It had been a miracle her quick reflexes had allowed her to escape unscathed. Another roll of thunder rumbled--louder this time--jolting her out of the memory. She turned and began splashing back up the spring run.
Sable and white Rough Collie lying in bed on a cold night. Lilac colored blankets.
Snippet of Google auto-fill: Synonyms for: cock-warmer, crazy, confused, stupid, scared, forced, get, mean, later, beautiful.
Calixtra took a deep breath, inhaling the warm, humid air before shifting the conversation. “Ah, it’s so refreshing out, isn’t it? I find the gentle embrace of the night to be so very comforting. Why, without the velvet night, on what would the stars paint their canvas?” “Or perhaps the stars are defiant beacons holding back the all-consuming darkness?” Nerissa replied.
Serenity. You can't take the sky from me.
30th Anniversary Edition of The Princess Bride by William Goldman. Neutral background with gold foil depiction of Wesley and Buttercup resting their foreheads against one another. Trees creep up the sides of the image.
Brandt was losing patience with Chase as they trudged through the muck. He wanted to give the man the benefit of the doubt, but his gut said otherwise. And it was rarely wrong.
White the outer club throbbed with kinetic energy, this one was a study in calm sophistication. Plush booths and clothed tables lined the perimeter, bathed in soft, colored LED lighting that rippled like emerald waves around the room. Down the center were three elevated fishbowl platforms with round, glass-paneled seating areas encircling low tables, each offering a panoramic view of the space below.
SAGA Writing Conference, March 6-8 in Charlotte, NC.
The dulcet tones of a saxophone drifted into the interior courtyard like silk over bare skin. Brandt Murphy sat at a small metal patio table beside a fountain, the trickle of water competing with the music that funneled in from a narrow passageway somewhere behind him. Time-worn handmade brick lined the floor and lush plants softened the space within where he rented an apartment on the second floor. This is where he liked to begin his mornings when he was in New Orleans, before being swept into the city’s unpredictable pulse.
Her eyes gleamed, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "I do wonder..." she purred, her voice dripping with venom. "Where will you end up in the void when it catches you?" She let out a low, cruel laugh, the sound slithering through the air like a snake ready to strike.
A slender, late-middle-aged man looked up as Brandt entered the office. "Hey there, young fella. 'Fraid you'll have to come back another time. We're closed today." The man's smooth southern drawl contrasted with his weathered face--the kind that spoke of years under the sun. His hazel eyes were fraught with worry.
Brandt reached out subtly with his own magic, unraveling the lingering threads of energy left behind. Then he glanced back at Chase, letting his gaze shift out of focus so he could see his energy aura. Not only did the residual energy not match Chase's—Chase's magical aura was weak, at best.
She knew Jimmy wasn't the type to pull her leg, but it was hard to wrap her mind around something that might exist beyond what was known. Where did the line between myth and reality begin to blur?
She knew Jimmy wasn't the type to pull her leg, but it was hard to wrap her mind around something that might exist beyond what was known. Where did the line between myth and reality begin to blur?
I read banned books decal
Bumper sticker that reads: I read banned books. Another sticker reads: Gale approves.
Large plush Elmo toy. Bright red, yellow nose, big eyes.
Juvenile manatee in shallow water searching for food. Oblong, gray, adorable.