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eBook Category: Fantasy
eBook Description: In Kristine Kathryn Rusch's 'Judgement', Tyrone Briggs was lured into the human world by the music of the Meistersinger of Nuremberg, Hans Sachs. Now, after centuries away, he finds himself back in the city, as a photographer at the Nazi trials. He finds that it is not only the war criminals that are being judged.

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Faerie Tales, 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2005

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Words: 5260
Reading time: 15-21 min.
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Tyrone stopped in front of the statue of Hans Sachs, which had somehow survived the bombings. The buildings around it had all been destroyed. No matter how hard Tyrone tried, he couldn't remember what they had been. The remains of a wall, two stories made of stone, suggested a church, but so many buildings in Nuremberg were made of stone that his impression was probably wrong.

The air smelled of dust, and beneath it, the faint hint of rot. He clutched his camera as he sat on a pile of rubble, the debris loose beneath his feet.

He had known Sachs, although the man did not look like his statue. The statue portrayed a robust figure, draped in robes and wearing medieval garb. The curly hair was right, but the artist failed to capture the thick brown tangles, and the beard was too neat, too well-trimmed.

Sachs had been too busy to be tidy.

Sachs, Die Meistersinger von Nürnberg. Amazing that Tyrone had forgotten Sachs. Sachs, after all, had been the one to lure him away from the forests and hills of his own people, had somehow started his strange romance with humans, and led to this moment, four centuries and a thousand lifetimes later.

Tyrone couldn't even remember what he had called himself in those early years. It hadn't been his own name--the magical never let anyone discover their true name. It gave others too much power.