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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 · Kỳ huyễn
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Illusions

"Thank you," Serenica finally said as she stirred her tea. "This is valuable to me."

"Frankly, I do really hope it is." The queen mother sighed and shifted herself so that for a moment Serenica saw in her a different woman, a woman of the people, not even a kept housewife.

"My husband is so restless that any change in anything would be a good thing," the woman who was, perhaps, in some reality, the wife of a king said, again with a heavy sigh.

"Is he -"

A knock on the door interrupted them. The queen mother became mousy and small again, and all it had taken for the change had been a single unexpected noise.

Serenica was sorry to see her independence go.

It was Myorka.

"There is something I want to discuss with a woman," the bookkeeper said. "Someone other than you, Serenica. No offense, but you don't have much experience with men. Or motherhood, for that matter."

"None taken." Serenica lifted her hands up. "Is the Dreamer around?"