Herbalists' Cache mintgrass

"j'étais un prince," lestan mumbled, kaa holding mowgli ensnared as his pupils darkened and widened, until the cat filled all of his marrow with terror and he knew he would never see reverie again.
and where had this language come from!
ah, julian; a man he had never known, playboy witch of a spirit., sweet cigarette smoke in a parisian night.
"am fiadh seo," he tried again, but that wasn't right either; lestan backing and backing and finally falling hard to his rump. fire-lake, fire-fairy, save me now.
"you can't k-kill me! i have to go back."