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

Haziel twisted around on his stool and gave him a brilliant smile. A much better look than the pensive frown he wore when he first invited Zeke into his tent. “Since you will march with an army, you will need more provisions than if you had decided to press on with an escort. First, a weapon.”


At once, Zeke shook his head. “I never used a weapon in my life. My uncle let me fire a pistol once when I was a kid and I haven’t touched anything like it since.”


“Pistol?” Haziel’s eyebrows rose in curiosity. “I can extrapolate. No, I mean a blade, maybe a bow?”


“Nope, don’t know how to use anything like that.” Zeke twisted his fingers together in front of him. He abhorred violence. Every day he saw the results of violence in his hospital and it made him sick to his stomach if he thought about it. “Closest I’ve ever come to any of that is the steak knife I use with dinner.”


Chapter 26