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

Peliel twisted around on the last cluster of tents and walked straight into the middle of the next. There wasn’t anything special Zeke saw to tell them apart, but Haziel lit up as they walked up to one a little left of the centerline. A bashfulness stole over Zeke. He hung back as his companion went straight for it and threw open the front flaps.


Haziel’s musical voice exclaimed a wordless delight from the inside of his tent. Zeke stayed with Peliel outside, the angel with an amused smile on his face.


“For one who often laments on his longing for stone walls again, Haziel loves to return to this shabby thing,” Peliel said.


“Home is home,” Haziel retorted as he stepped out and started to roll the front flaps back to the first poles next to the entrance. “Temporary, yes, but home all the same.”


Chapter 24