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

There was no time to react rationally, and Serenica didn't believe herself to be capable of disposing of the Maroon King magically, even if he was only in his dream form. She took a mental note of his harsh, yet ruggedly handsome features that had probably been sleek and smooth at an earlier point in his life. She looked at his eyes, and she saw something she didn't expect.

Serenica had a dream pistol hanging from her belt. She pulled it out and without even bothering to aim, she shot the image of the Maroon King straight into the chest.

It was a lucky shot with only one eye.

Myorka didn't look too shocked. She had been in so many life-threatening situations that it was a bit hard to believe that she still had the capacity to panic. As Serenica observed her smooth brow and her calm gaze, the healer felt a stinging envy.

Miscalculations