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

Angels milled around the entrance to the first tent, which Zeke was surprised to see was finished in the scant five minutes since he and Sandphalon first walked by it. The walls were half off the ground, tied in place to let air in, and the flaps were open. Zeke walked in and was met by a tiny figure with sky blue wings. There was something a little different about this angel, though. Feathers on most of the angels were a solid color, more or less. This one was speckled with bronze along the massive flight feathers at the edges. A head Power, maybe? Zeke was pretty sure he’d have met a leader before now if any existed besides the elusive Archangels.


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