Carpe Jugulum (Discworld, #23; Witches, #6)

by Terry Pratchett

The old pixie hobbled over to him. “All fine now,” he said. “You shot my shadow?” said Verence. “Aye, ye could call it a shade,” said the pixie. “It’s the ’fluence they put on ye. But ye’ll be up and aboot in no time.”