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Water Belongs to the Dead: Heart of the Witch

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. discord link finally. it's an actual functioning server afaik: https://discord.gg/tmeZKG5dqT

IkuSaari · Fantasie
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302 Chs

Finding Frogs

"She did not like that," Serenica said as she sat up. "She felt threatened."

"What did you say to her?" the Dreamer asked.

"Stupid things. But I feel like she will negotiate a ceasefire for us." She got up and shook herself. It always felt so odd to see others in her dreams.

"Huh. Can you arrange a meeting with me and Ed?" Serenica asked.

"It might be hard. I have never been inside his head." The prince untangled his hair. "This will take some time. I will do it, but it might not happen tonight."

"Fine. Let's inform Spade that we are all right. He must be worried sick."

It felt even odder to fall asleep and find herself inside the head of the king-captain. His dreams apparently consisted of taverns and sticky tables. One of said tables was in front of the healer now, with thirteen tankards of varying sizes separating her from Spade.