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

It was hard to describe and impossible to measure the joy on the Princess that day. Serenica managed to get the Dreamer to laugh. She had missed the sound of his mad cackle so that her chest was hurting by the time he shut his mouth.

She felt her entire body being pulled towards him and his effortless beauty. He was beautiful, and that was a thing the healer was rarely willing to say about a man.

"Can you give me a shave? I hate having a beard," the prince complained to her.

"Sure thing. Healer hands, you know. Stable when needed."

She prepared a traditional Raelian shave for him. It was the only way she knew.

As she was spreading the foaming soap on his chin and neck, they chatted about everything that had happened.

"So, Essieca is dead. That's pretty awful," the Dreamer said.

Uptight and Hysterical