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

“I will explain the rigors of a long march and see to his provisions,” Haziel said. Exhaustion rested deep in his tone, but the angel didn’t look like he was tired at all. Familiarity was probably how he was able to notice it, to begin with.


“Good. We leave in ten hours and the commanders fully expect you to be ready.” Peliel gave them an odd little salute with a pound of his fist to his breastplate, dead center, then he was off between the ivory tents again. That angel didn’t seem like the type to stay in one spot for long.


“Come, Zeke,” Haziel gestured to the open flaps of his tent. “I want you to know what your options are before you agree to march with the army.”


Zeke complied, but he already knew he was going to stick with Haziel, no matter what. The angel had kept him safe from the start and he wasn’t about to give up his companion for someone else.


Chapter 25