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

They could not actually stop for long times, no matter how charming the lakes were. They had to reach the city before the sundown, but it appeared to be so that they had severely overestimated their own speed and underestimated the speed of the night, falling around them even before they even realized that they had to set up a camp.

The forest was beautiful in the blessed moment of twilight, but the trees were also scary and massive and they gave off the impression that they could hide entire packs of monsters.

This was not such an impossible feat, setting up a camp by the side of the road in a little clearing, on higher ground where things were not so wet, but then the howling began.

Serenica had never thought of wolves as a credible threat, but she saw nothing and heard everything. Her hunter senses kicked in. She counted ten different howls and then she lost count.

There were probably more than thirty wolves circling them in the night.

Knots