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

Sandphalon ran a critical eye over Haziel, from top to bottom, as they walked around Zeke’s companion. When they came to the sling bracing the damaged limb, Sandphalon reached out and ran a careful finger down one of the jute lines going from wing to shoulder. They lifted a cinnamon brown eyebrow at Zeke. He didn’t know if Sandphalon was impressed or not when they asked, “You created this contraption?”


“Yeah,” Zeke blushed at the squeakiness of his voice. He coughed to clear it and tried again. “Yes. The limb needed support and this was the only way to provide it, given the circumstances.”


“And you used glue to suture the wound shut?” That question seemed pointed and doubtful.


“Haziel didn’t have anything else in his pack I could use.” Zeke shrugged. He wouldn’t apologize for doing what had to be done.


Chapter 22