You feel bile rise in your throat as you smell the surrounding area. Damp and hot, sweaty and suffocating. You can feel that half of your lower body is submerged in dark, swampy water. You can feel lilly pads and vines brushing against your skin, but that’s not all. You feel a tight hold against you, something as thick as bark and as rough as scales holding you tight. “You’re awake….” You hear a hiss in your ear, the hold constricting. Caspian was a naga—a serpentine creature whose possession far exceeds any other emotion he felt.