Seraphina Skye: Yes, She’s Real. No, She Won’t Tone It Down.

 Seraphina Skye writes like she remembers something the rest of us forgot—something sacred, a little scandalous, and smudged with candle soot. She’s a poet, ritualist, and full-time myth-scrambler who doesn’t just write books—she cracks open portals with them.

She’s the voice behind Sassy Goddesses, the one who dared to invite sacred archetypes to a party with wine, glitter, and emotionally responsible breakdowns. Her work lives at the crossroads of the mystical and the messy—where the divine wears lipstick, the shadow gets a standing ovation, and transformation arrives barefoot with snacks.

When she’s not wrangling goddesses or communing with Belladonna (her possibly-fictional, extremely-opinionated shadow guide), Seraphina can be found brewing rituals in moonlight, scribbling truths in her journal, or laughing too hard at something ancient.

She’s not here to fix you.
She’s here to remind you that you were never broken.
That your softness is sacred.
That your fury is sacred.
That your story isn’t over—just cleverly paused for dramatic effect. 

She’s here to remind you: this was never just a book.
It’s a mirror. A map. And maybe, just maybe, a little bit of you.