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

Shoes were missing, however. He’d left them at the side of the barrel with his scrubs, which were gone also, and he’d expected to wear them back to Haziel’s tent. In their place were boots, soft and dusky brown, which almost laced up to his knees. Something about his legs encased that high up bothered Zeke, but he kept the complaint to himself. They had provided for him, the angels, and that was plenty.


He parked his ass on the step stool and jammed his feet into the boots. The laces tightened up with an easy tug, the whole of the boot feeling like a part of his feet. Human-made shoes wouldn’t be comfortable after this.


Chapter 28