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 scrambled to his side and steadied Haziel with hands on his arm and shoulder. “What are you doing? You need to stay still.”


But Haziel wasn’t listening to him at all. Instead, he tipped his whole body onto his right side and tumbled right onto his ass. Haziel’s face paled to bone white as the tips of his left flight feathers fanned in the red dirt.


Zeke warmed with satisfaction as the sling around the injured limb settled, pulling the slack taut. It worked exactly the way he’d hoped it would, kept the wing close and secure to Haziel’s back in a tight hold. For a job done with none of the right materials and on the fly, Zeke was happy with the result.


Relief broke through the pained expression on his companion’s face once he was still. “I had to sit up,” he said. The relief was palpable in his tone.


“Now that you’re up, you’re going to be stuck this way for a while,” Zeke pointed out. He doubted Haziel wanted to jostle his wing again. Not anytime soon.


Chapter 17