The Tarlings

The Tarlings

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Simon is good. He is smart. He is funny and charming. But above all else he is tall, a biological pass that guarantees him status as an Elite within the walls of Ospexa, a city where powerful Elites dominated shorter, less favorable Tarlings. Damien is good. He is smart. He is funny and charming. But none of that matters. Nothing could overshadow his status as a Tarling. When the two boys meet under unconventional, and borderline criminal circumstances, Elite and Tarling are challenged to either be lulled into complacency or run for their lives.
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My heart pulsated through my chest and I didn't think I could hold on for much longer. The frightening, terrorising feeling of his fingers slipping through mine was causing the arm that was gripping to the edge of the cliff to shake. "Hold on, Harry! I've got you, I swear! Please, just hold on!" my voice held a shrill of terror to it and my eyes were filling with tears; tears of pain, frustration and sheer horror. Harry moved his gaze from our slipping fingers to my eyes. "It's okay, Ethan. Let go. You can't save me; not this time." I hated how calm his tone was. I hated how defeated he sounded. He had never given up - we always held hope for one another! We never gave up. "Don't you say that to me! Don't you fucking say that to me!" I roared, a small sob escaping my lips. Harry just smiled sadly, his muscular, beautiful body swaying in the harsh wind. The fall was so big; he would surely die of a heart attack before he hit the ground. I prayed to God he would. No. I was breaking my own rule; I would not give up on him. Either both of us lived or neither of us would. My life would be over the second his ended, anyway.

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