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

Sleep beckoned. Oblivion, such as it was, looked too damned good to pass up. His heart-void throbbed and his whole body felt like brittle ice. The world was still here, and it could wait until Zeke had the strength to deal with it.


With careful, numb hands, Zeke peeled away the red uniform and laid it in exact layers on top of his dresser, knocking off knick-knacks and junk as he did. His boots were placed on the floor in front of it. He wrestled gray sweats and a white t-shirt out of the middle drawers, putting them on in slow motion. His whole body was sore.


The bed called for him. Its dark blanket looked like too much after the warm temperature of Abaddon, but the chill of late September on Earth was starting to make itself known to him. Zeke scoffed and flipped back the thick comforter and vivid blue top sheet. At least he had proper pillows again. A slim silver lining.


Chapter 58