Beyond the Blog with Pamela Beach
One theme, many worlds. Exploring resilience, from lived experience to imagined stories.
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“Hello, I’m Pam. I’m an author, a storyteller, and this is where I explore one big theme: resilience. My writing is born from a life of navigating challenges, from foster care and homelessness to single motherhood. Here, we’re in the business of turning scars into strength.”
Category: Fantasy Thriller
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For the last year, we watched the water. But the forecast has changed. The “Santa Ana of the Sea” is blowing, the air is turning hot, and the monsters are moving inland. It’s time to leave the fog behind and enter the static. Click to see the exclusive cover art and maps for the upcoming…
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“Inside the sealed case, the Great Horned Owl was watching him. Its head was turned a full ninety degrees, and condensation was trickling down the pane… but it wasn’t on the outside. It was on the inside.”
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“I thought I was safe. I thought if I kept the stories centered on the Rock and the bay, the horror would stay within the city limits. I was naive. Last night, I took a drive north… and I realized that I haven’t finished the story. Or maybe, the story isn’t finished with me. The…
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“I thought I was the creator. I thought I was writing horror stories about the fog in Morro Bay. But tonight, during a storm without rain, a blue flash of lightning revealed a tall, thin shadow standing in my living room. And it wasn’t there to scare me. It was there to edit.”
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“The Whisperwood isn’t just a magical forest in a book; it’s the ultimate version of the forts I built in the hills. It’s a place that is alive, that guards, and that protects. And Bronwyn? Bronwyn is the girl who knows every path, every tree, and every secret of that sanctuary. She isn’t the 12-year-old…
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My bones are granite and my blood is the slow, cool magic of the earth. I have never taken a breath, but I have felt the wind of a thousand winters wear at my skin. My heart has never beaten, but it has pulsed with the deep, resonant toll of the Great Bell in the…
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The world went silent. Not just the forest hum. The dogs, Varus’s shouts, the crashing of his men through the undergrowth—all of it vanished as if a door had been slammed shut. Sage whipped around. The clearing was empty. The path stretched behind her, but the woods she’d just run from looked… thicker. Darker. Impenetrable.…