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's first instinct was to bang on the door.

She did so, violently, with all the rage of a caged animal.

"Let me the HELL OUT!" she roared.

The pale prince stirred from his feverish slumber.

"We are not letting you out so that you can be a damn hero and try to drown yourself!" Spade yelled at her through the door.

"Uh…this is just a regular subtropical fever," the Dreamer said with strange meekness in his voice that made the healer think he had to be right, at least on some level.

She had seen how he acted when he was crippled, she had not seen how he acted while suffering from a regular old fever. It could well be that they had caught a bad case of a contagious illness.

There was no reason to blame everything on witchcraft.

Serenica felt her own forehead with two fingers.

"My gods, you must be right," she said. "I don't feel too good, either."

A Good Life