<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:googleplay="http://www.google.com/schemas/play-podcasts/1.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Knowing Yourself Through Fiction: Mirage of Trust]]></title><description><![CDATA[Mirage of Trust — Book 2 Is Coming

I'm writing it now.

Mirage of Trust is the second book in the Women of the Canyon series. It picks up where Whispers of Echo Canyon left off. The women are still in the canyon. Something has shifted between them. And one of them — I won't say which — is about to find out that the thing she trusted most was never quite what it seemed.

I'll be sharing the first chapter here before it's published anywhere else.

Story Insiders will receive it first — as soon as it's ready.

If you haven't read Book 1 yet, start here: https://mybook.to/WhispersofEchoCanyon 

If you have read it and want to be first in the canyon when Book 2 arrives, become a Story Insider.


]]></description><link>https://www.maryleepangman.me/s/mirage-of-trust</link><image><url>https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!4Oo8!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F8ff8647c-3056-4121-b678-04b3d5a69aac_600x600.png</url><title>Knowing Yourself Through Fiction: Mirage of Trust</title><link>https://www.maryleepangman.me/s/mirage-of-trust</link></image><generator>Substack</generator><lastBuildDate>Sun, 19 Apr 2026 04:10:08 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.maryleepangman.me/feed" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><copyright><![CDATA[Marylee Pangman]]></copyright><language><![CDATA[en]]></language><webMaster><![CDATA[maryleepangman@substack.com]]></webMaster><itunes:owner><itunes:email><![CDATA[maryleepangman@substack.com]]></itunes:email><itunes:name><![CDATA[Marylee Pangman, Author]]></itunes:name></itunes:owner><itunes:author><![CDATA[Marylee Pangman, Author]]></itunes:author><googleplay:owner><![CDATA[maryleepangman@substack.com]]></googleplay:owner><googleplay:email><![CDATA[maryleepangman@substack.com]]></googleplay:email><googleplay:author><![CDATA[Marylee Pangman, Author]]></googleplay:author><itunes:block><![CDATA[Yes]]></itunes:block><item><title><![CDATA[Mirage of Trust - Chapters Listing]]></title><description><![CDATA[Fiction about women in later life standing at a crossroads, and for readers, it offers the rare chance to see themselves fully reflected while discovering that something in their own life may not be finished yet.]]></description><link>https://www.maryleepangman.me/p/mirage-of-trust-chapters-listing</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.maryleepangman.me/p/mirage-of-trust-chapters-listing</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Marylee Pangman, Author]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 18 Apr 2026 22:54:53 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com/public/images/b79e8d8b-2e58-441e-9381-9ea5fb868ab3_1024x1024.png" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="captioned-image-container"><figure><a class="image-link image2" target="_blank" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!4Xio!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F53bb9fb5-42f2-4831-81b4-5f91a6696187_939x181.jpeg" data-component-name="Image2ToDOM"><div class="image2-inset"><picture><source type="image/webp" srcset="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!4Xio!,w_424,c_limit,f_webp,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F53bb9fb5-42f2-4831-81b4-5f91a6696187_939x181.jpeg 424w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!4Xio!,w_848,c_limit,f_webp,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F53bb9fb5-42f2-4831-81b4-5f91a6696187_939x181.jpeg 848w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!4Xio!,w_1272,c_limit,f_webp,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F53bb9fb5-42f2-4831-81b4-5f91a6696187_939x181.jpeg 1272w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!4Xio!,w_1456,c_limit,f_webp,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F53bb9fb5-42f2-4831-81b4-5f91a6696187_939x181.jpeg 1456w" sizes="100vw"><img src="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!4Xio!,w_1456,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F53bb9fb5-42f2-4831-81b4-5f91a6696187_939x181.jpeg" width="939" height="181" data-attrs="{&quot;src&quot;:&quot;https://substack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com/public/images/53bb9fb5-42f2-4831-81b4-5f91a6696187_939x181.jpeg&quot;,&quot;srcNoWatermark&quot;:null,&quot;fullscreen&quot;:null,&quot;imageSize&quot;:null,&quot;height&quot;:181,&quot;width&quot;:939,&quot;resizeWidth&quot;:null,&quot;bytes&quot;:45632,&quot;alt&quot;:null,&quot;title&quot;:null,&quot;type&quot;:&quot;image/jpeg&quot;,&quot;href&quot;:null,&quot;belowTheFold&quot;:false,&quot;topImage&quot;:true,&quot;internalRedirect&quot;:&quot;https://www.maryleepangman.me/i/194644324?img=https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fbd5eda6b-8ac9-47c6-8066-356f37d44b96_1008x192.jpeg&quot;,&quot;isProcessing&quot;:false,&quot;align&quot;:null,&quot;offset&quot;:false}" class="sizing-normal" alt="" srcset="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!4Xio!,w_424,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F53bb9fb5-42f2-4831-81b4-5f91a6696187_939x181.jpeg 424w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!4Xio!,w_848,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F53bb9fb5-42f2-4831-81b4-5f91a6696187_939x181.jpeg 848w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!4Xio!,w_1272,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F53bb9fb5-42f2-4831-81b4-5f91a6696187_939x181.jpeg 1272w, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!4Xio!,w_1456,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F53bb9fb5-42f2-4831-81b4-5f91a6696187_939x181.jpeg 1456w" sizes="100vw" fetchpriority="high"></picture><div></div></div></a></figure></div><div class="callout-block" data-callout="true"><p>I write emotionally resonant fiction about women in later life standing at a crossroads, and for readers, it offers the rare chance to see themselves fully reflected while discovering that something in their own life may not be finished yet. I invite you to come closer and step inside. </p><p class="button-wrapper" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://www.Maryleepangman.me!subscribe&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;Step Inside&quot;,&quot;action&quot;:null,&quot;class&quot;:null}" data-component-name="ButtonCreateButton"><a class="button primary" href="https://www.Maryleepangman.me!subscribe"><span>Step Inside</span></a></p></div><p><strong>Mirage of Trust</strong> is Book 2 of the <em>Women of the Canyon</em> Series. </p><p>You can start here without reading Book 1, <em>Whispers of Echo Canyon</em>.<br>But if you want to meet the women from the beginning, you can find it on <a href="https://mybook.to/WhispersofEchoCanyon">Amazon</a>. </p><h4>TABLE OF CONTENTS</h4><p><strong>Chapter 1</strong></p><p>She Didn&#8217;t Ask.</p><p>Quinn is home, but something has changed. Riley sees it and chooses to wait.</p><div class="digest-post-embed" data-attrs="{&quot;nodeId&quot;:&quot;7cdeec1d-37c2-42c6-9813-34d78396cb0e&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;Chapter 1&quot;,&quot;cta&quot;:&quot;Read full story&quot;,&quot;showBylines&quot;:true,&quot;size&quot;:&quot;sm&quot;,&quot;isEditorNode&quot;:true,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;She Called. Then the Line Went Dead.&quot;,&quot;publishedBylines&quot;:[{&quot;id&quot;:218557620,&quot;name&quot;:&quot;Marylee Pangman, Author&quot;,&quot;bio&quot;:&quot;Fiction about 5 women in later life building new lives, refusing invisibility. Once you find yourself in the stories, you won&#8217;t want to leave. 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Time to breathe.</p><p>She was wrong.</p></div><p><em>     Coming April 24, 2026</em></p><div><hr></div><div class="pullquote"><p>If you&#8217;ve made it this far, you&#8217;re already inside.</p></div><p class="button-wrapper" data-attrs="{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://www.Maryleepangman.me/subscribe&quot;,&quot;text&quot;:&quot;You Don&#8217;t Have to Leave&quot;,&quot;action&quot;:null,&quot;class&quot;:null}" data-component-name="ButtonCreateButton"><a class="button primary" href="https://www.Maryleepangman.me/subscribe"><span>You Don&#8217;t Have to Leave</span></a></p><p></p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[She Called. Then the Line Went Dead.]]></title><description><![CDATA[The beginning of Mirage of Trust &#8212; Book 2 in the Women of the Canyon series]]></description><link>https://www.maryleepangman.me/p/she-called-then-the-line-went-dead</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.maryleepangman.me/p/she-called-then-the-line-went-dead</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Marylee Pangman, Author]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2026 12:30:20 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!H8H0!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F9aa54a3c-0da4-4904-88f2-5c2a575fc17d_1051x549.jpeg" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="captioned-image-container"><figure><a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" target="_blank" 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She had stocked the fridge automatically, as if Quinn would walk into her own kitchen later that morning. As if nothing were wrong.</p><p>Quinn had switched the vid off before she spoke.</p><p>&#8220;Riley. I&#8217;m coming in on the red-eye tomorrow morning. Could you pick me up?&#8221;</p><p>Her voice had been tight. Controlled. As though each word had to pass inspection before leaving her mouth.</p><p>Riley didn&#8217;t sleep much after that.</p><p>The sun rose to her right as she drove. The sky was clear, not a cloud in sight, even on the horizon. A normal desert morning. It always struck her when she left the canyon. The sharp contrast between the temperate climate in Echo Canyon and the barren stretch of road in the desert leading to Sab&#225;ka.</p><p>She tried to focus on the road, on the steady rhythm of tires against pavement, on anything other than the hesitation before Quinn had said goodbye.</p><p>She put on a podcast. Turned it off thirty seconds later.</p><p>Ben had told her not to fret.</p><p>&#8220;You&#8217;ll know soon enough.&#8221;</p><p>Riley didn&#8217;t want soon enough. She wanted now.</p><p>A message buzzed as she pulled into arrivals.</p><p><em>We landed early. I&#8217;ll meet you at the curb.</em></p><p>Riley eased into the first open space.</p><p>When Quinn stepped through the automatic doors, swiping her palm past the biometric reader, Riley felt something drop inside her.</p><p>Her friend looked smaller. Tensed. As if she were holding herself together from the inside.</p><p>Riley lifted the hatch, set the suitcase inside, and pulled Quinn into her arms.</p><p>&#8220;I&#8217;ve got you. Whatever it is, I&#8217;ve got you.&#8221;</p><p>Quinn pressed her face briefly into Riley&#8217;s shoulder. Then she stepped away and slid into the passenger seat without speaking.</p><p>They drove in silence.</p><p>Halfway home, Riley glanced over.</p><p>Tears streamed down Quinn&#8217;s face. No sound. Just steady.</p><p>Riley reached across the console and rested her hand on Quinn&#8217;s forearm.</p><p>Quinn did not pull away.</p><p>The guilt sat heavily in her chest. Not for what had happened. For the silence. For not calling. For not telling Riley the truth.</p><p>She tried to steady herself. Tried to take something from the warmth of Riley&#8217;s hand. Something familiar. Something she could still trust.</p><p>They climbed toward Echo Canyon as the sun cleared the peaks. Wind nudged the SUV as they rounded the bend.</p><p>&#8220;That&#8217;s odd,&#8221; Riley said quietly.</p><p>&#8220;What is?&#8221; Quinn&#8217;s voice sounded thin.</p><p>&#8220;Clear sky and a push like that.&#8221;</p><p>Quinn looked at her. &#8220;Since when does land push back?&#8221;</p><p>Riley almost smiled. &#8220;Often. When we pay attention.&#8221;</p><p>They drove the rest of the way without speaking.</p><p>Instead of turning toward Quinn&#8217;s condo, Riley continued up the road.</p><p>Quinn noticed. &#8220;This isn&#8217;t my turn.&#8221;</p><p>&#8220;I made an executive decision,&#8221; Riley said. &#8220;The guest room&#8217;s ready. You always sleep better there. I&#8217;ll make something warm. We&#8217;ll decide the rest later.&#8221;</p><p>Quinn studied her for a moment, then nodded.</p><p>&#8220;You traveled light,&#8221; Riley said as she lifted the suitcase.</p><p>Another nod.</p><p>Inside the old house, a familiarity passed through Quinn. She was in her comfort zone. She desperately wanted to sit down on Riley&#8217;s comfortable couch and tell her everything. Quinn paused at the bedroom door.</p><p>&#8220;I think I&#8217;ll lie down,&#8221; she said. &#8220;See if I can find a human somewhere inside this body.&#8221;</p><p>Riley swallowed. &#8220;There&#8217;s water on the nightstand. And an apple.&#8221;</p><p>Quinn gave the faintest smile. &#8220;Thanks for picking me up.&#8221;</p><p>&#8220;Anytime.&#8221;</p><p>The door closed softly.</p><p>Riley stood in the hallway for a moment, listening. The house felt different. Even the refrigerator hum seemed louder.</p><p>She stepped outside.</p><p>The canyon was bright now. The wind moved through the mesquite. Not strong. Just present. It lifted a dry leaf and spun it once before dropping it.</p><p>Smiling, Riley pulled out her comm and typed two words.</p><p>She&#8217;s here.</p><p>Ben replied almost immediately.</p><p>Good.</p><p>Riley slipped the comm back into her pocket and looked across the valley.</p><p>Whatever had followed Quinn home was here now.</p><p>And Echo Canyon does not ignore what enters it.</p><div class="captioned-image-container"><figure><a class="image-link image2" target="_blank" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!475Y!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F08f60bf5-2f20-4a20-8b1f-46f63446e7c5_204x45.jpeg" data-component-name="Image2ToDOM"><div class="image2-inset"><picture><source type="image/webp" 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Because I stopped talking about it. I had good reason. I was preparing <em>Whispers of Echo Canyon</em> for release.</p><p>That took everything. And it&#8217;s only been 12 days since it started selling. I can&#8217;t immediately rev back up to the pace I held while editing Whispers. That kind of push isn&#8217;t sustainable.</p><p>Today I&#8217;m saying it clearly: I&#8217;m drafting Book 2.</p><p><em>Mirage of Trust</em> is Quinn&#8217;s story. You met her in <em>Whispers</em>.</p><p>For thirty years she worked in Homeland Security. Identity protection. Border security. Espionage cases. Controlled. Precise. Unshakeable.</p><p>Until she wasn&#8217;t.</p><p>When I finished <em>Whispers of Echo Canyon</em>, I knew Quinn&#8217;s steadiness had a crack in it. She called Riley from Hawaii, after returning there from Australia, and asked to be picked up at the airport. The line went dead.</p><p>That was the moment the canyon stood still.</p><p>For the next six weeks, I&#8217;m focused. Drafting. Tightening. Locking in the first arc. No wandering into side projects. No marketing rabbit holes. Just writing.</p><p>Here&#8217;s how April will work.</p><p>Chapters 1&#8211;3, published weekly starting in April, will be fully free. Anyone can read them and settle into the story. Subscribers, followers, the casually curious.</p><p>Beginning with Chapter 4, the door closes. The rest moves inside <em><strong>Story Insiders</strong></em>, my paid subscribers.</p><p>Readers told me they want to hold my book in their hands, not skim past it. That&#8217;s what I&#8217;m building.</p><p>If you haven&#8217;t met these women yet, Whispers of Echo Canyon is where it begins. <a href="https://mybook.to/WhispersofEchoCanyon">https://mybook.to/WhispersofEchoCanyon</a> </p><p><strong>For free subscribers:</strong> To come inside, see the private journals from these strong five women, hear bits about my writing process and read the chapters first, upgrade to <em><strong>Story Insiders</strong></em> today.  </p>
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