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

When the first new angel came back, Zeke gave them a rundown of how to wrap Haziel’s shoulder and bicep with the couple yards of tent fabric they came back with. The soldier on his stool sat in stoic silence while he worked on the rod in her arm. So began his placement in the army, as a medic.


The fourth time the army stopped to fight, it wasn’t by choice.


Demons had turned on them in the middle of the march through a place called the Radiant Downs. It was lush, green. Different than the frontline had been. Not for long though.


When they entered the Downs, Zeke had teared up at the sight of green, towering trees on either side of the Axis, soft yellow dandelions all along the gentle slopes their road passed between. Violets and bluebells crowned all the higher spaces. Rich green scents flowed between the tired angels he marched with, overpowering the faint sweaty smell coming off the skin.


Chapter 36