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

The prince and the queen mother had already been escorted to the Princess. Serenica saw that the woman matched the mental image she had of her, she was beautiful for her age, yet she had somehow made herself so small, so mousy, so forgettable that if it had not been for her dress, she could have been just about any woman from the Great East. There was nothing noteworthy about this submissive and meek woman – she had the face of someone who had been berated too many times.

"Yout Highness," Serenica said and gave a little bow. It was true that the greeting was one fitting for a common woman, but she had been lying and groveling for so long that she didn't have any pretentiousness left to spare.

When the queen mother moved, she moved like a wounded animal, and her hands often found their way on her concave stomach or over her heart.

Mousy Women