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

There were eight in total, pretty much equal distance between one and the next. Zeke took the time to retie the loops once they were free of the feathers and Haziel. He was determined to keep the sling. Collecting interesting bits of hodgepodge medical rigging was a hobby.


As the last loop came free, Zeke breathed a sigh of relief. That was easier than he feared after Sandphalon’s talk of his companion being a problem patient. He lifted the sling high, up over Haziel’s head and the shoulder straps lifted away. Zeke wasn’t sure he could’ve done it if Haziel was standing.


Zeke bundled up the sling and stepped back with Peliel again. Now was the waiting game. Doctors were a menace to timeliness. Zeke hoped angel healers weren’t the same way. The anticipation would kill him. He needed to know how bad the injury still was, how much of that was his fault because of the filthy, cobbled together conditions and supplies.


Chapter 23