"There's always a price for magic, Dawn, *especially* something
like a resurrection. If it looks like it's free, that just means
the price is hidden because it's more than you'd want to pay.
Any spell *this* powerful that an amateur can cast with only
minimal preparation... it's a trap. It's designed to hook you,
hook your soul, for someone or something that wants it for their
own reasons. You'd be better off summoning a god and offering to
bargain -- at least that way when you find yourself in Hell
you'll know *why*."
"My price? My price is *duty*, and the simple truth that I can
*never* have a normal life. Not when my unguarded touch can
vaporize plastics and rot organics and enchant steel. Not when I
can *never* let my guard down completely around other people --
especially and worst of all my wife. I'll probably never have
children of my own. I'll probably never reconcile with my
parents. I may never even get home to *try.* That's my price,
Dawn. It's paid in sweat, and blood, and *gallons* of tears, and
with every second of my life that ticks away while I search for
the Earth where I was born."