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 sighed. She would have to stretch her jaw enough to dislocate it entirely. She did not like this trial. At all.

"Come to me, serpent," she commanded. "I will swallow you, try…try to stay alive during the process."

"We are already dead, though," the snake reminded her.

"You're really into semantics, aren't you?" The healer shook her head.

As the serpent slithered up to her, she tried to find out the maximum capacity of her mouth.

It was way too narrow in her maw, her jaws were too tight, and she felt that this would surely end up in a bloodbath for both parties involved.

"This is stupid, mother of worms!" she cursed and realized immediately that it was also stupid to speak of the Mother as a curse – as the snake had so helpfully said, they were already dead and there was absolutely nothing to fear any longer.

Except for an eternity spent trying to swallow a snake that was as thick as a thigh of a grown man.

A Bloodbath Theater