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

The last thing Zeke saw was Haziel shifting around in his seat until he filled up the entry, glittering wings blocking out most of the strange double light of the hellish Abaddon.


The temperature didn’t seem to change in this cursed place. Light didn’t either. To Zeke, this place was a static nothingness stretching out to forever. Which couldn’t be the case if the sun and moon sitting on the edges of Abaddon indicated anything. The dust-sulfur-honey smell was a persistent itch in his nose and lungs as he sat in front of Haziel’s tent, stomach in a riot from hunger.


Chapter 5