Ireland is flooded, derelict.
It never stops raining.
The Kid in Yellow has stolen the babba from the Earlie King.
Why? Something to do with the King's daughter, and a talking statue, something godawful.
And from every wall the King's Eye watches.
And yet the city is full of hearts-defiant-sprayed in yellow, the mark of the Kid.
It cannot end well.
Can it? Follow the Kid, hear the tale.
Roll up! Roll up!.