Ezekiel knew he should’ve paid better attention to his mom. If he had, finding himself in the unfathomable Abaddon might have been a little easier to deal with. Zeke might have understood what he was about to face.<br><br>Instead he’s faced with the angel Haziel at the end of a sword, stuck in an existence he doesn’t know how to navigate, heading toward a war humanity had no knowledge of.<br><br>Haziel promises to see him safely through the battlefield. Along the way Zeke finds purpose and courage, grace and depravity. At his journey’s end, will Zeke want to leave his angel behind when the time comes?

Dandelion

Zeke smoothed out his breathing by the skin of his teeth, but it didn’t help the anxiety subside all that much. “How do I get home, then?”


The hesitant frown on Haziel’s face didn’t inspire any confidence.3


That quiet contemplation descended again. Haziel seemed to be the kind of guy who didn’t give quick answers.


But the silence spun out too long and Zeke finally broke. “Please, Haziel, there has to be a way I can go home. I don’t belong here.”


Haziel drooped, wings and all. His gaze swung over to pierce Zeke through, dark forest green in the shadow of the tent. “I have to take you with me, regardless of the difficulty. We must make for Zion and perhaps the Divine will grant your prayer to send you back to your home.”


Zeke nodded, hopeful that Haziel had a plan, what little of it there was. Details weren’t important, because Haziel knew this place and he was just passing through. Maybe. That perhapswas a little light on confidence.


Chapter 4