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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 · Fantasia
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302 Chs

Marooned

The light of the rising sun found those two still talking and drawing various shapes on those few pieces of paper that still remained untouched. The captain came to check if they were still alive, as the insides of the ship could swallow sound easily and there had been no indicators of the valuable healer or the irreplaceable genius being on the deck.

"There was no pipe smoke," Spade said in mock anguish. "I thought you were dead."

"Pipe smoke! That's what I was craving!" Serenica shouted, snapping her fingers. The sleepless night had made her oblivious to her own needs.

"If you want to, we could share the sunrise, as a family, and have some coffee," the captain said. He was holding a pair of small scissiord in one hand and trying to trim his beard without a mirror. The action seemed very neurotic. There was nothing wrong with his beard.