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

Serenica arrived to his cabin, and soon enough it was apparent to her that he did not only need a doctor.

Everything was only slightly off inside the cabin, yet it was enough to make her think that something sinister was on the move.

The king-captain was driven to the bottom of his bed by some invisible force. Where vigor had been, sluggishness prevailed. His gaze was feverish. A lesser woman would have thought of a tropical disease, but this malady was something far more universal, a presence of water in the moist air, a presence of death.

"One should never try to tell one's own fortune," Spade said weakly. "Go…go look in the hold."

"You need immediate attention, though."

"No. Just go. Come back and tell me what you saw."

Serenica looked at Myorka, who was kneeling at the side of the bed.

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