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

At the doorstep the skinny guard stopped them.

"Wait. I need a favor. My…colleague needs a favor. He's sick again, isn't he? Otherwise you would have stayed for longer."

"Is that…thing a sickness?" Serenica asked.

"I wouldn't call it beneficial, either," Ed said. "You could have warned us that there's a transforming beast of a man running around. Scared us all to death."

"I know, and this is why I am begging you now."

He stopped, as if the words he had used had been shameful somehow, and Serenica got the chance to examine his face.

He was serious about it. He wanted help, perhaps not because of any fear he had for the beast – but the other guard had to be dear to him. The plain anguish on his face was the fear of parenthood, it was the worry of a friend, and Serenica could not bear it. She hated to think of anyone in pain for the sake of love. Her heart was still tender. Pain, he was in pain, and she was a healer.

Blood and Cake