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 knew several different ways to make a person disoriented enough that they would be out of their minds for a couple of seconds. She had never used such curses, though. They tended to be highly unethical as they tampered with the most precious and the most private part of a person – the mind. She could do what old wives called pulling the heart and momentarily transform herself into a seductress.

Or then she could just shoot the man and hope that they would be able to improvise their way through the guards. Her scouting party was too small and weak for that, though.

There was a chance that merely blowing fae dust at the bookkeeper would be enough, but that would leave a memory trace, and it sounded much safer to use the ancient method of seducing a man into a sweet trance, into oblivion that would leave the bookkeeper with nothing to say about her presence. After all, he would not even remember that she had been in his room.

Disoriented and Pulverized