“Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.” — Robert Bryndza Death Copy Share Image
“The Queen Anne Hospital was housed in a decaying red-brick building, and the geriatric ward could be a dark and challenging place.… — Robert Bryndza Copy Share Image
“There’s like a dude at the door, asking for you?” “Did you let him in?” “No. I said I would check with… — Robert Bryndza Copy Share Image
“TO: [email protected] Oh god! Oh god! Oh shit! I have just sent the email I was meant to send to you, slagging… — Robert Bryndza Failure Copy Share Image
