IkuSaari

A young healer woman sets sail to kill her enemies and steal the heart of the prince her rival desires. She encounters deadrousers, cannibals and lunatics as she hunts for epic treasures and love. She finds out she can be everything she wants to be: a doctor and a healer of thieves, a lover and an impressively rich spirit aunt, but the price she has to pay will be paid in blood. 

Serenica Ingram is a brave witch in her twenties. She would do anything to be even better at healing. Mariana Kinley, a witch-hating witch and a ruthless businesswoman, doesn't like competition and drives Serenica out of her home. She joins the pirate crew of the necromancer, Captain Spade. 

The city of Neul that Serenica calls home is a hostile and degenerate place, ripe with rich merchants and homeless witches, but the mythical island of outlaws, Aja Vana, is even stranger. The western islands are populated by outcasts and Serenica would do anything to avoid them. 

Becoming a rich and respected pirate healer isn't easy, especially with both other witches and royals wanting Serenica dead. She has to sail to the ends of the known world just to get her stolen property back, and even harder will be to catch the eye of the Dreamer, the fair prince whom Kinley also desires, while fulfilling the promise to kill a king.

WARNING: s*icide mentions, very mild cursing, violence, blood so please use caution when reading.

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Water Belongs to the Dead: Heart of the Witch

Ed had, in a way, had a fit. He never cried, at least he didn't cry in front of other people, but it looked like such a descent into madness was not too far away. He was tugging on his hair, pulling out large amounts of it, pacing around and occasionally stopping to sit and curse.

"I feel so supremely awful because of all the calming herbs you have given me," he complained. "Calming! Why do you think I need to be calm?"

"It's for preventing seizures," Serenica explained patiently. "You consume so much corna that you qualify as an addict."

"And what does that matter, really? Hm? Do you reckon I should just roll over and recover, when recovery means the death of my excellence? Do not think for a second that I don't know! I am a genius. You have no idea how hard that is. Especially when some healer makes your decisions for you."

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