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

The patter of footsteps in the dirt brought his gaze from the ivory fabric of the wall down toward his feet. Haziel was up and about, a whirlwind of rainbow shimmer, bronze and red and milky skin seeming to be everywhere at once as things disappeared below Zeke’s line of sight.


Haziel turned again, toward Zeke, and his green eyes crinkled with a smile. “Zeke!” His exuberance was a bit much for Zeke. “Up! We are wasting time.”


“Yep.” Zeke pushed his way upright and scuffed his right hand from his ear to his nose. Coffee would help. “Yep.” A yawn cracked the hinge of his jaw out of nowhere. He tried to talk around it and it sounded like his mouth was stuffed with cotton balls. “I’m up.”


“Though not awake.” Haziel stepped into his line of sight and held out the tiniest pearl of manna Zeke had seen him produce so far.


“What?” Zeke asked. Bewildered, he darted a glance between the angel and the manna on his fingertip a couple of times.


Chapter 29