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

They joined the flow of the soldiers as they headed toward the front. A cacophonous noise rose the closer he came to the edge of the camp, rattles and thumps and the subtle boom of all the feet against the ground, and it made Zeke’s hair stand on end. Double light sparked on the forest of spears he saw near the front of what he thought was the very edge of the army. Wings flashed in a myriad of colors wherever he looked in a patchwork of radiance against the dusky red uniforms. Air felt like cement in his lungs as he surveyed the immense spectacle laid out in front of him.


Haziel and Zeke jostled their way to his lover’s place in the line. The other angels made room without a word, though Peliel opened his mouth to say something. Zeke leveled a glare at him. He knew where he usually went for the war part of this march. In the back with the rest of the healers. Of course, something was different but Peliel didn’t need the details.


Chapter 50