Excerpts from the The Courtesan Prince

copyright Lynda Williams

VON

"If I try to make sense of girls--real girls--I'm going to bomb," said six-year-old Chester. "I'm going to stick to the Vrellish women."

"Uh huh." Von had heard this boast before. He tipped his chin toward the feminine distress at the far end of the room. "You do that?"

"I told them Reetions destroyed habitat in the Killing War because they don't have any souls to get reborn. That's why their faces are all brown."

"Ah," said Von. He tapped a thumb on his chin in mock thought, then dropped his arm. "I'm afraid you'll have to apologize."

"How come!" the boy protested. "It's true!"

"Do it for the practice in managing unwelcome truths. That will come in useful if you do wind up with the occasional Demish Lady on your hands."

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