Today I am so pleased to welcome J. Scott Coatsworth to Joyfully Jay. Scott has come to talk to us about his new audio release, Cailleadhama. He has also brought along a great giveaway. Please join me in giving Scott a big welcome!
It was time to get going. The hours between 6 p.m. and midnight were his prime business time. If he could make enough money shaking down tourists that night, he might be able to get his gondola out of hock. But he had to visit the Pharmacist first.
He pulled on an old Pier 39 sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. He slapped on his white data-band, and grabbed the portable solar array, which provided his apartment with a small trickle of power, from its place on the windowsill, stuffing it into the old ventilator shaft, and setting the grill back over the opening to cover it. It was a less than ideal hiding place, but better than nothing.
Colton closed the door behind him and locked it with the heavy iron lock and key he’d traded for—nothing high tech but it would keep out the casual vandal.
He took the steps three at a time, descending quickly toward the third floor. About halfway down, he ran into one of his neighbors, Morgan, who lived on the fifth floor. Morgan was a thirty-year-old systems engineer who had fled the City under a cloud of embezzlement charges.
“Hey, Morgan,” Colton said, hoping his breasts were masked well enough. He hated the thought that others might see them, might think he was a woman. Especially when he had a crush on someone.
Morgan nodded as they passed one another, but said nothing.
Colton frowned. He knew Morgan was gay—he’d seen some of the city boys who came home with him for a little Canal District adventure. But with Colton, there was no chemistry. Nothing.
He continued on down the stairs to the third floor. The building had been a University Extension campus at one point. Now it was filled to the gills with those who couldn’t afford living space inside the Wall—some employed, some out of work, some plying the gray areas of the law—the lower dregs of society.
The buildings of the Canal District were surrounded with floating debris, much of it placed there on purpose to provide a sort of sidewalk allowing transit from building to building. These varied from floating rafts and platforms to zip lines and old rooflines, all connected into a makeshift passage from one block to the next, above the dark water.
Some of the braver of the City youth from behind the Wall would come out there on a dare late at night, exploring the dangerous district with their friends. And if Colton happened to liberate them from their money, maybe that would teach them to stay out of the Canals.
Then again, maybe not. Nothing much ever seemed to change there.
Colton climbed out the broken window frame on the building’s old third floor, out onto the floating sidewalk, stepping lightly from raft to wooden boat to platform along the front of the building, his feet finding firm footing with the ease of long practice.
He barely spared a glance for the Main Street Wall that ran along the far side of the street, holding back the sea.
One day it, too, would fall, and the rich bastards on the other side would see what it felt like to live in a drowned city.
He’d learned over the last two years what spots to avoid—which parts were solid and which would drop you into the dirty Bay water that coursed through the streets below.
Colton reached the end of the block—the old signs for Main and Mission still hung just above the water level, the traffic lights now a nesting place for pigeons.
He pulled a piece of metal rebar fashioned into a makeshift handle out of his pocket, and placed it on the zip line slung between the two buildings. Gripping the duct tape handles with practiced ease, he swung over the Canal, landing neatly on the wide I-beam on the other side. This building had been under construction when the floods had come, and now stood a rusting and hollow shell.
This part of the City was deep in shadow, even though the sun was just setting on the other side of the peninsula. He jumped from beam to beam, pivoting around upright support columns, and reached the old Fed Building that took up the other half of the block.
A hand reached out of the darkness from one of the windows of the granite structure. Colton grasped it by the wrist without thinking, swinging his back against the building and pulling his assailant out the open window. The assailant splashed into the water below.
“Don’t fuck with me,” he called after whoever it was, and continued along without a backward glance.
He was a big enough guy that people usually didn’t mess with him, but pith-addled junkies had no sense.
At Market, he turned right and climbed up to the series of concrete planters that fronted the Fed Building. Once thirty feet above street level, they were now islands, connected by heavy wooden boards.
Ahead he could see the glow of the night market on the top floor of the half-drowned Ferry Building. A place where you could buy almost anything. Or anyone.
Colton is a trans man living in a climate-changed world. He plies the canals that used to be city streets, earning a living taking tourists on illicit journeys through San Francisco’s flooded edges beneath the imposing bulk of the Wall.
Tris is an elf who comes through the veil to the City by the Bay – the Caille – on a coming of age pilgrimage called the Cailleadhama. He is searching for his brother Laris, who went missing after crossing through the Caille years before.
The two men find they have common cause, and together they set off to find Laris in a world transformed by the twin forces of greed and climate change. And in the end, they find out more than they ever expected, both about the warming world and their own selves.
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Scott lives with his husband Mark in a yellow bungalow in Sacramento. He was 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 all the people like him were.
He decided that if there weren’t queer characters in his favorite genres, he would remake them to his own ends.
A Rainbow Award winning author, he runs Queer Sci Fi, QueeRomance Ink, and Other Worlds Ink with Mark, sites that celebrate fiction reflecting queer reality, and is a full member of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America (SFWA).
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