Jack Janson and the Storm Caller by Andrew Marsh

I am delighted that my friend and fellow Swanwicker, Andrew Marsh has chosen to visit my blog to tell readers about his new book, published this month. Tell us all about it, Andrew.

Thank you for including me on your blog. Val. I appreciate your support in helping me reach my audience.

My new book is Jack Janson and the Storm Caller. It is a young adult fantasy. Jack, nearly 14, is unloved at home and bullied at school so when he gets the opportunity to go and stay with his Granny Jean he jumps at the chance. She treats him like an adult and they bond over the simple things like her garden, growing her own food, baking and so on. One day she takes him to a cave at the bottom of her garden and there he meets a large giant, Winfred Storm Caller and from that initial meeting his adventures begin.

The book is available on Amazon and other online retailers, the Amazon links are below https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/0954733673

Amazon eBook

The Extract

Standing outside the biggest cave he put his hand on the rock, it was smooth to the touch and he peered in to the gloomy interior.

“Not much in there,” he moaned. 

“You haven’t been inside yet, there may be something to see there,” said Gran.

“You’re right. Let’s go inside.”

He could feel a cold draft from somewhere and let out an involuntary shiver as the cold air passed over his legs. His eyes soon became accustomed to the gloominess and his confidence grew.

“Going further,” he called but didn’t expect a reply.

Towards the back of the cave Jack saw a passageway disappear into the dark to his left and paused.

“What have you found?” her words echoed around the chamber.

“It goes off into the dark here.”

“Any footprints?”

Jack looked down and saw that apart from his own, the floor of the cave was smooth rippled sand.

“Nope,” he sighed.

He felt the atmosphere change in the cave, but to what he wasn’t sure. He felt that draft again and realised it came from the dark passage. He froze and held his breath.

Standing with his side to the rocks, Jack felt a slight vibration and ran out until he was a good ten paces from the entrance.


“Not sure, but I felt something and the rocks shook. Just as I turned to run out I thought I heard a deep voice.”

“A voice? What did it say?”

“You’ll think I’ve gone mad.”

“Nonsense. I know for certain that you’re a normal intelligent young man. Now, this voice?”

“Well okay,” he said, not convinced at all. “I thought I heard it say boom Tom tum.”

“Boom Tom tum, is that it?”

“Uh huh. See, I told you it was mad.”

“And did you call back?”

Jack looked at his gran in disbelief.

“You wanted me to answer it? I just ran.” The recollection made him shiver.

“Why don’t we both go in and you can show me where this voice came from?”

Jack gave her one of his special looks.

“You want to go back in there?”

“Why not? It was probably just a trick of the wind,” she smiled.

“Well, if you say so, but you never know.”

“Excellent. You never know until you explore and find out,” she laughed.

“If you say so,” he shrugged.

Jean took his arm and the pair of them walked back into the cave. Jack kept alert darting his eyes this way and that while listening for any sound.

“Now, where were you when you heard that voice, Jack?”

They reached the spot where Jack had stood and even in the gloom, he could make out his old footprints in the sand.

“Just here.”

“Then wait here with me and be quiet,” she whispered and gave his arm a reassuring squeeze.

For Jack each second felt like an eternity. At any moment something monstrous or bad would leap out of the darkness and rip his throat out with razor sharp talons. But he remained as still and quiet as he could. He mustn’t show Gran that he was scared, but remained puzzled about what they were waiting for. Jack was desperate to know but also as eager to get the hell out of there and watch from a safe distance.

In the gloom of the rear of the cave the cool breeze fluttered past their legs and Jack stiffened. A minute or so ago, he remembered the breeze followed by the deep rumbling of ‘Boom Tom tum’ echoing down the cave.

‘Any second now,’ he shivered and turned to look down the passage to the left. A second breeze caressed his cheek and with all the will power he could muster he grabbed hold of his grans arm and held his breath. ‘Now’ he thought.

It was faint at first.

“Boom Tom tum.”

He stared at Gran, trembling, but still she clung on to his arm preventing him from running.

The rock walls of the cave shook and small pieces of dirt fell from the roof.

“Boom Tom tum!” came roaring down the passage and enveloped them.

“What the…”

Jack’s profanity was cut off but a deep booming voice echoed through the cave.

“Boom Tom tum.

Boom Tom tum.

Big storm rages

And pirates they come.

Boom Tom tum

Boom Tom tum

Winfred the Bad

Let’s the pirates kill mum.”

His gran continued her vice like grip on his arm.

“Be still.”

Jack threw his head into her chest and shook.

“Boom Tom tum

Boom Tom tum

Storm Caller bad

Storm Caller sad

Boom Tom tum

Boom Tom tum.”

The voice stopped. Jack released himself from her grip and looked back towards the entrance of the cave. His fear rose, he could sense something large looming over him.

“You can turn around now Jack, he won’t harm you.”

“He?” Jack said. “Who’s he?”

“By boom Tom tum. Why I be Winfred Storm Caller.”

The deep voice boomed and Jack felt a large weight land on his shoulder causing him to sink down. To his amazement he felt his knees hold and without anything else to do, he turned around.


“Language Jack. Now why don’t you say a nice warm hello to your new friend here?”

Jack looked up. This thing before him was massive, its shoulders bent over brushing the roof of the cave.

“Um, hello,” he stuttered again.

“Be who?” the voice boomed.

“Gran just told you, I’m Jack.”

The giant turned his head and gave him a quizzical look. At least that’s what Jack thought it was. It didn’t look as though he was hungry, but he had never seen a full grown or hungry giant before, so he realised he was winging it big time. ‘Off the scale’ he mused.

The Author

Andrew Marsh is a former geologist who worked the construction industry, but the credit crunch and circumstance ended that phase of his life.
Andrew is now an author and speaker on writing and his adult diagnosis with Asperger’s Syndrome.
Wanting to write for teenagers and adults who love a good story, Jack Janson came to him and stayed, growing into a series that will be released over time. Come and join Jack and his many adventures with Winfred Storm Caller.


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