Then it is a good thing that science had nothing to do with my resurrection. ( Jaquabel waves her arm -- a short, impatient gesture to fend off the interest. ) It is not unheard of where I am from. Some would no doubt find it distressingly common, if frowned upon.

( Unluckily, or perhaps luckily for him, Jaquabel finds herself with a talent for frost and ice rather than that of raising the dead to serve her. )

What of yourself? You resemble humans, but are unlike any I have seen.