BOOK TOUR: The Rising Tide by J. Scott Coatsworth

Author: J. Scott Coatsworth
Book: The Rising Tide
Series: Liminal Sky Series, Book #2
Page/Word Count: 380 pages, 115K words
Categories: Fantasy/Paranormal/Sci-Fi
Release Date: October 30, 2018
Publisher: DSP Publications
Cover Artist: Aaron Anderson
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Buy The Rising Tide by J. Scott Coatsworth on AmazonEarth is dead.

Five years later, the remnants of humanity travel through the stars inside Forever, a living, ever-evolving, self-contained generation ship. When Eddy Tremaine and Andy Hammond find a hidden world-within-a-world under the mountains, the discovery triggers a chain of events that could fundamentally alter or extinguish life as they know it, culminate in the takeover of the world mind, and end free will for humankind.

Control the AI, control the people.

Eddy, Andy, and a handful of other unlikely heroes—people of every race and identity, and some who aren’t even human—must find the courage and ingenuity to stand against the rising tide.
Otherwise they might be living through the end days of human history.

About Liminal Sky
Humankind is on its way to the stars, a journey that will change it forever. Each of the stories in Liminal Sky explores that future through the lens of a generation ship, where the line between science fiction and fantasy often blurs. At times both pessimistic and very hopeful, Liminal Sky thrusts you into a future few would ever have imagined.

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About J. Scott Coatsworth:
Scott lives between the here and now and the what could be. Indoctrinated into fantasy and sci fi by his mother at the tender age of nine, he devoured her library. But as he grew up, he wondered where the people like him were.

He decided it was time to create the kinds of stories he couldn’t find at Waldenbooks. If there weren’t gay characters in his favorite genres, he would remake them to his own ends.

His friends say Scott’s brain works a little differently – he sees relationships between things that others miss, and gets more done in a day than most folks manage in a week. He seeks to transform traditional sci fi, fantasy, and contemporary worlds into something unexpected.

A Rainbow Award winning author, he runs Queer Sci Fi and QueeRomance Ink with his husband Mark, sites that bring queer people together to promote and celebrate fiction reflecitng their own reality.

Guest post by J. Scott Coatsworth:
My stepdad Tony died this week.

As I write this, I am sitting at the kitchen table in my mother’s home – my childhood home – looking out at the backyard.

So many things happened in these four walls. On this little plot of land between the cul-de-sac and the wooden fences my earlier stepdad Hector built with his own two hands.

I scraped the dirt with my hands, along with my friends, and built car towns – our own little empires – using bricks and rocks and sand.

We held lemonade sales out on the cul-de-sac that no one but me and my neighbors ever came to. But the cool lemonade tasted so good on a 103 degree Tucson summer day.

We played in the backyard under the gaze of Shadow Mountain, carrying aluminum TV trays out into the desert to set up a little pretend office. I think I was the boss.

When I was older, in early high school, my first boyfriend – or was he just a lover? – would come roaring down the street on his bicycle in the afternoon, and we’d get it on in the living room, always fearful my mom would come home and catch us. He’s gone now, six years.

So many other memories. My dog Summer, the sweetest dog I ever had, whom I left behind when I moved to California. Who died without me even knowing.

Playing baseball with an aluminum bat and a tennis ball – and damn, how far that thing could fly. And almost always right into a prickly pear cactus, followed by ten minutes pulling out the “stickers” with a pair of tweezers.

I am surrounded by my childhood.

Now I come back at this sad time and see it all fresh. And I remember the things that happened and the people I used to know. The person I used to be.

As a writer, our whole life is fodder for the great writing machine. Everything that happened, every person I knew, is drawn upon when I write. It shaped me. I became the sum total of all those experiences, and everything since.

One more memory. A couple years ago, I wrote a story for a Dreamspinner Press anthology. I finished it and sent it off, and then went back and re-read the call for submissions. I had set the story in San Francisco, and it specified that the story had to be set outside the US.

So I frantically contacted the editor and asked for another week to rework it. I changed the setting to the UK, and when the revisions were done, I asked Tony if he would read it.

You need to know two things about Tony. 1) He’s from the UK, and 2) he was a straight guy.

Yet he read the story, and gave me some great feedback to make it more authentic. And he didn’t even gripe about the gay sex scenes.

Like me, Tony was shaped by his childhood, by the sum of all his experiences, but he found a way to let me be a part of himself too.

Tony, I hope Tony you are happy, wherever you are at.

I will remember you too.

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