John Stormm
I was born in 1953 in a family of hereditary witches that count their ancestry all too many centuries ago in ancient Tara. I was raised and trained in the craft, as the only male witch in my family by my grandmother. I now have grandchildren of my own. I began serious martial arts training in 1963. My sensei became my father figure and I strove for perfection, holding a Second Degree Black Belt in Mas Oyamas Karate, and a Red Belt (master's) in Chinese Kenpo. By the early 1970's, between training for tournaments and running my own small chain of studios, I took Radio & TV Broadcasting at El Paso Community College in Colorado Springs, CO. This gave me my first good taste of journalism. Thirty plus years later, and dying to write some of these experiences in a book, I wrote an entire series in the Witch Clan theme. These are character driven stories with true to life characters, and experiences melded into an entertaining fantasy. My first full length novel, “Matriarch of the Witch Clan” is currently under review in Great Britain. It’s sequel, “Warrior of the Witch Clan” is finished as of this writing. Readers are encouraged to visit our website at http:///www.witchclan.com to correspond with the author or get information on the next release. I and my family sponsor and are also registered as "Witches of the World" at The Witches Voice (witchvox.com, or simply Google my name) and can be found in their archives.
Bad Bex
Issue #2 (April 2008)
"You know your stuff, little witch," her father smiled. "Why don't you just lay back and sleep on it tonight." Sundog had that look on his face again. Her father turned to walk up the trail and Bex noticed a prehensile lion's tail switching from the seat of his pants. The faery looked like he might die of mirth. Bex lay back in the green patch and just looked at the sky and the trees and rested well that night.
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Tales of the Witch Clan
Part #1 (Blood Moon Rising and Ninja Nights) in Issue #2 (April 2008)
Part #2 (Demon's Debacle) in Issue #3 (May 2008)
Part #3 (Matriarchal Mayhem) in Issue #4 (June 2008)
Jon had been taught at an early age that fear had no place in him. When he began to feel the icicles forming in his gut, he employed the discipline his father taught him. He slowed his racing heart and his breathing and expelled the fear for his enemies to breathe in. Sword practice continued for the remainder of that morning until his muscles burned from the exertion. The old man still showed no sign of weariness.
