"We go, see the slo-mo ebb and flow; the mill, the babble, the rabble of wobbling waywards, exiled and aimless, unlike us as, purposeful and double-file, like kids on a dare, we head who the fuck knows where?"
"Hilarious, stunning, surprisingly touching and enormously satisfying... a fantastic piece of writing."Irish Times
"Dazzling... O'Rowe is expanding his language and dramatic form as far as they can go."The Guardian
"Gripping, grotesque and deliriously good... [Terminus] makes O'Rowe pretty much the most exciting contemporary Irish playwright."Sunday Tribune
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A blackly comic vision of Dublin infested with demons.