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

“You want some help?” Zeke asked. He hated to dither, holding stuff while someone else did the work. It went against his nature.


But Haziel was already pulling the long pole out of the dirt with a hard yank and strapping it to another hidden set of loops traveling down from his right shoulder to his right hip. The left wing hid the majority of the haft, but the end held his attention. It was the tip of a spear. A broadleaf shape of brilliant silver chased through with new gold. It should have been dirty after its stint in the rust-red ground, but it wasn’t. And shit, that thing had to be worth a fortune. Why was Haziel using it as a center pole for a tent?


Chapter 6