Two years after its first staging, Gaiman’s dark fairytale has returned, this time to the West End. The author, cast and creative team discuss bringing the eldritch magic of childhood to life
A mass of bones circle and screech. Jaws are cracked open in ancient, deafening roars. With their gnarled beaks and enormous, oily wings, these creatures look as if they could eat you whole.
In central London, cast and crew are rehearsing for the West End transfer of the National Theatre’s production of The...
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