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 waved for him to follow. His companion brought them over to a pair of the outer ring tubs and Zeke almost whistled in appreciation. A couple of stools sat in front of the tubs, unnoticed when he first glanced at the whole tent. One was empty and situated right up against the tub. A step to climb in with, no doubt. The other was a little off to the side and piled with a neat selection of bottles and cloths and towels. Zeke had to check the urge to bounce with delight.


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