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

As he peeled back the cut edges of Haziel’s top, the angel hissed. Blood had tacked the fabric to the ragged edges of the wound, probably. Zeke patted the soft feathers that brushed his elbow and yanked. Like a Band-Aid, the shirt came away from the shallow gash and more blood pool in the tract of it, fresh from breaking open. Haziel grunted but didn’t complain about the sting.


Zeke patted Haziel’s wrists, cupped loosely on top of his thighs when he reached for his pack. Green feathers showed up at the edge of his vision and Zeke looked up to find a bowl of water clutched in the arms of a pale, young angel. Well, they looked young. It was impossible to tell with the angels.


“Eiael! Come to help?” Haziel reached out and took the bowl out of Eiael’s hands, cradling it in his lap instead. A couple small white squares were floating in the wooden bowl. Zeke smiled at Eiael and gave his attention back over to Haziel’s shoulder.


Chapter 35