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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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Formidable

Serenica got some spare clothes from the Dreamer. She would have to look much different for the occasion once they would enter the museum, though, and spare clothes were the ones she usually had. She had to ask Essieca for a dress.

"You don't have to return it," the woman said, but from the detailed embroidery and the delicate lace of the dress it was apparent that she hoped to get it back in good condition, especially as her eyes looked a little bit too wet.

"I'll buy you a new one if something happens," Serenica promised. "Does it have emotional value? Or only monetary value?"

"No emotional value whatsoever," Essieca admitted. "I would be glad to get a nicer one, but you don't have to do anything."

"You know what?" Serenica put on the dress. Its rose red fabric slid over her body, hugging her more tightly than she would have liked. "This is my dress now. I'll buy you one that is seven times as expensive."