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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

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Slumber

Spade didn't move, but Myorka stirred, and a terrible wail escaped from the lips of the queen bookkeeper.

Serenica didn't understand the reason for all that fuss. The king-captain was merely sleeping, in such deep slumber that he did not care about the world.

Then the healer saw his left forefinger on his tattoo.

She realized in a flash of horrible lucidity that her captain had felt the moment of his death crawling near. Perhaps half asleep already, gently rocking on the waves between life and death he had decided to call on the dead for one last time.

Serenica stared blankly as Myorka punched and kicked the dead body of her husband.

"Why – you – you hangable bastard! You dare to die on me?!"

Then the woman wept again. "Sorry! I am so sorry for saying that! It is your right -"

She beat her own chest as if her own heart had murdered her husband.

Serenica had not even realized she was in tears as well.