The Last Wish (The Witcher, #0.5)

by Andrzej Sapkowski

‘When the attack was over,’ he resumed after a while, ‘it was already too late. I was alone. I couldn’t explain to anyone that only my appearance had changed, that although in this horrible shape I was just a stupid youngster, sobbing over the servants’ bodies in an empty manor. I was afraid they’d come back and kill me before I could explain. But nobody returned.’

Metamorphosis