Chapter 8
The long column of angels in front of Zeke was something else. The mingled colors of wings were the only real thing to notice until he looked to the left and right of his row, then the myriad of details became even more varied. He wondered what it must look like from above. If Zeke had wings too, he would’ve hovered above the marching army for a moment and had a look. It must be even more magnificent from the air.
Haziel walked on his left, a happy grin on his face and a bounce to his step. On his right was Sandphalon. Come to find out, the healer had lived in the same tent cluster as Haziel, the same with Degalim. A few others, a dozen or so, were in the row with them, but Zeke didn’t know their names yet. There was time to learn them.
When they assembled for the march, Hazie
