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

The next tricky part was getting past the dragon. The turncoat said that there was no better way around it, that they had to go through the yard, and this thought scared Serenica like nothing else.

She peeked from behind a corner and saw the Black Mountain looking away.

It was a matter of seconds. They had to cross the yard to get into the room with the keys in thirty seconds, maybe less.

Then there was the issue of smell. Dragons supposedly had a keen sense of smell, and Serenica had to improvise. She rubbed herbs on herself and her friends to mask their natural odor, but this took her those precious thirty seconds. The gap was gone now, the head of the dragon turning back towards their general direction, and they had to wait and hope that the fortress was truly understaffed badly enough that they would not be noticed.

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