Lake beasts prowl through the city of Vastalt on restless nights. Alexi hunts them, but it doesn't pay well.
So when he scrapes together enough money to buy a girl he likes a bouquet, he can't think of anything worse than for the bells to toll and a new beast to terrorize his city. As an apprentice to The Brotherhood of The Blessed Monastic Fraternity of Saint Ariel, he's obliged to answer the call for help, but he's terrified.
A Delivery of Flowers has an incredible premise. What if you were trying to deliver flowers to your crush, but a dangerous beast began destroying the city which you are obligated to defend?
Beyond this premise, A Delivery of Flowers executes the platonic ideal of what stories of a brutal quest grounded in romantic motivation can be. The characters feel deeper than the Drowned Quarter and the plot alights faster (and burns brighter) than gunpowder. Notably, the world of this story presents so many oppotunities for wonder. Long after finishing the story, I still find myself sitting around and considering the implications of a language comprised entirely of whistling. There's a tiktok creator that made a conlang with whistles but we need to go deeper. What would poetry sound like in such a language? Birdsong? Does music in this language sound like a flute which sings the secrets carved in the dancing currents of the wind?
Anyway, sorry. It is not often that I read stories in one sitting anymore, but I just couldn't put this one down. For all of these reasons and more— you should pick it up.