Bastian Espada
“I really wish Daddy hadn't stolen my birthday cake.”
“And I really wish daddy hadn't stolen my heart!” The woman chuckled,then took a sip of her coffee.
“Mommy, why does Daddy do things like that?”
The woman cradled the girl's hands. “Baby, sometimes it's difficult for us humans to understand why Daddy's kind behave the way they do.”
— Bastian Espada
The two most powerful men in the world stared at each other.
Their gazes both stabbed and burned—the table between them groaned under the weight of billions of lives.
“So what's it going to be, submission or annihilation?”
“I choose the third option.”
He farted.
— Bastian Espada
Flippy’s tears dissolved into the ocean. That lifelong, never-dormant fear had finally materialized.
Even though she couldn't understand hydrodynamics, she had no doubt that her unique condition—her inability to race through the waters—was the reason she couldn't stay among the pod.
She gave her mother one last look, turned around, and swam away.
That's how the first and only furry dolphin began the rest of her life in exile.
— Bastian Espada
“And where would you fine gents be headed today?”
“Hell.”
They shot him.
— Bastian Espada
In time!
To live and die,
to do and be,
to flee and fight...
Ennui, ennui, ennui.
— Bastian Espada
“No kinder season have you brought me, than this one before your expiration,” Luna said to Sol, “for your arms now stretch, at the billiard hour.”
“And yet I curse the fates, my dear moon. For it's only now that my core's hydrogen has been made vacant, and I stare death in the face, that I can finally embrace, your sweet silver skin.”
“Perish your bitter rumination, my dear star—for we are to become as one. Dust to dust and gas to gas, forevermore in the vast expanse.”
Sol smiled. Luna smiled.
Billions of living things on Earth screamed in terror.
— Bastian Espada