Tarr at the Edge of the Sea Tarr at the Edge of the Sea Tarr has always hunted wordlessly, bringing home meat and flowers that feed no body.
E lives alone and walks alone amid strangers.
The Others accept Tarr as an oddity, a throwback to primitive times when beings were locked rooms. Speech eludes em the way dreams slip away when the sleeper awakens. And without speech Tarr cannot feed any body, least of all eir own. Close scrutiny of mouths moving, pushing air between mobile pursed lips, brings no insight. Tarr tries parsing air out between teeth that clench and lips that stiffen with effort.