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

A man who seemed to belong to the nobility stepped in. Daman sighed and put his pistol down, and even though the pirates and the prince didn't know who this man was, they followed the example of the bookish fellow.

"I see you have already started," the newcomer said.

He moved swiftly and was dressed in red and gold. His face was sweaty, even though the room was reasonably cool, and his eyes had a gleam that spoke more of madness than of any fever.

"I think you are making a mistake," he said.

The manic man sat down and poured himself some rum. "I am Duke of Goldfield. I hate to see Sennas ruined by incompetent rulers. I have experience. I was never on Guyl's side, but this outlaw over here only started to care about these things once he realized he could make a profit."

"And you want that power out of the pure goodness of your heart," the king-captain said.

Slander and Invitations