Emmalyn Ryder
Emmalyn Ryder is a fantasy author, world-builder, and quiet storm of emotion disguised in parchment and ink. She writes stories for the brokenhearted, the haunted, and the ones still searching. Writing to unearth the hidden warmth in cold places. Her work lives at the crossroads of grief and magic, where love lingers like ghosts in the rafters, and meaning hides in the smallest of details. Sitting where pain and wonder tangle, where grief hums low and love still flickers at the edge of it.
She's been weaving stories since she first discovered that magic lives in the spaces between heartbeats. Her writing flows like ancient rivers, carrying threads of symbolism and slow-blooming emotions through landscapes where reality and myth dance together. She writes in circles—deliberately or not—crafting narratives that fold back on themselves in unexpected, poetic ways that mirror the cycles of healing and growth.
She’s been telling stories since she was seven years old and hasn’t stopped since. Her writing is threaded with symbolism, slow-blooming emotions, and characters who mirror real people in all their aching imperfection. She writes in circles—deliberately or not—and finds that what she builds often folds back in on itself in unexpected, poetic ways.
You don't read her books for the plot alone. You read them because something deeper calls to you—like finding an old letter written in your own handwriting that you don't remember writing. The magic and gods are just scaffolding for what lies beneath: the character who tries again, the one who loves, the one who stays. And somewhere in the middle of it all, there's a moment where you realize you've been seen, without ever being asked to speak.
Her stories don’t offer perfect heroes. They don’t always offer closure. But they do offer connection. The kind that stays with you, like a journal you once found in an attic and couldn’t put down.
Behind the words, Emmalyn is a night owl, a world-walker, and a sensory soul. Her desk is a testament to organized chaos—cups of half-finished tea gone cold, pressed flowers marking pages in research books, and notebooks filled with maps to places that exist only in twilight. Her dog, her co-writer and compass, keeps watch from his bed beside her, offering opinions on plot points with well-timed sighs and tail wags.
Her home feels like foggy forests and warm earth tones, filled with books and the kind of pine-salt-air smells that make you feel like you're somewhere else entirely. Her ideal afternoon is somewhere between "forgotten cottage in the woods" and "library no one remembers how to find." She hoards notebooks she never finishes and little trinkets that probably belong in a story instead of real life. Her desk is an "archaeological dig" like every item has a story or was supposed to. Sometimes while standing barefoot in the kitchen at 2 a.m., with a cup of tea in one hand and a notebook full of scribbles in the other, she says that's how stories work, anyway.
When she’s not writing, she’s traveling and seeking the real-world places that inspire the fictional ones. Whether it’s cobbled streets, quiet cafés, or cliffside views that make you forget to speak. Learning people, culture, sound, space. Bringing it all back to the page, and letting it breathe again. Fixating on every texture, sound, and smell gets tucked away like a reference photo for a world that doesn’t exist yet. Her suitcase always comes home with more notebooks and strange little objects than clothes.
Writing is the part of life that fits just right. It’s how she makes sense of things. How she connects. How she creates something lasting out of moments that would otherwise be lost. You could say she builds worlds—but she’d tell you she uncovers them. To her, storytelling isn’t just an act—it’s a place. A quiet one. A way to stay steady. To let the noise go quiet. To give form to the things she’s never had the words for out loud. It’s where she breathes. Where the pieces life tends to drop finally land.
Serenades of Midnight is her first major project—a sprawling 9-book fantasy series about grief, memory, gods, and the quiet defiance of still choosing to love. “I think,” she says, “that Blayke needed to prove we are still worthy of love, of peace, of being remembered—even when we feel like ghosts inside our skin.”
Inviting readers into a world where every character carries a piece of the light needed to remake their world. It's adult fantasy that doesn't shy away from darkness but always searches for the dawn. These aren't just adventures—they're journeys of the heart, where slow-burn romance blooms like night flowers and character growth unfolds with the patience of ancient trees.
This series has lived in her heart for years, growing like a garden tended in moonlight. Through these pages, readers will find themselves reflected in characters who carry both sword and sorrow with equal grace, who learn that healing isn't always about fixing what's broken—sometimes it's about building something new from the pieces.
For now, she's in the editing phase, polishing each word until the story shines with its own inner light. She approaches each revision like a conversation with old friends, ensuring every character's voice rings true, every magical moment serves the heart of the story, and every plot thread weaves seamlessly into the larger narrative.
If you're looking for perfect heroes, look elsewhere.
But if you're looking for a story that dares to hold your sorrow in its hands and say, “I see you,”—you're in the right place.
Enter a carefully curated collection of stories from worlds both near and far. Where adventure leaves footprints in stardust, and healing wears the face of magic.