Her name was Killashandra Ree. And after ten grueling years of musical training, she was still without prospects. Until she heard of the mysterious Heptite Guild who could provide careers, security, and wealth beyond imagining. The problem was, few people who landed on Ballybran ever left. But to Killashandra the risks were acceptable.... From the Paperback edition.
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1 . Original and unique reading.
Posted June 07, 2010 by BeeJay , USAThis is a story which is novel and engrossing. The main character is multi-faceted and believable. The world the author created is believable. I have read this trilogy many times, and I wish there were more of these Crystal Singer books. Well worth your money and time. Thank-you Anne McCaffrey, you have brought great pleasure into my life.
2 . Love this book!
Posted March 27, 2010 by LDM , MinneapolisI've reread this book many times over the years. I still enjoy it. The main character is flawed, but interesting. The second book in the series is also a very worthwhile read. The third one...well, it's okay. But this book stands alone and you do not have to read past it to enjoy it and want to reread it. I strongly suggest it for fans of Anne McCaffrey and those who like planet fantasies.
November 12, 1985
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Excerpt from Crystal Singer by Anne McCaffrey
Killashandra listened as the words dropped with leaden fatality into her frozen belly. She stared at the maestro's famous profile as his lips opened and shut around the words that meant the death of all her hopes and ambitions and rendered ten years of hard work and study a waste.
The maestro finally turned to face her. The genuine regret in his expressive eyes made him look older. The heavy singer's muscles in his jaw relaxed sorrowfully into jowls.
One day, Killashandra might remember those details. Just then, she was too crushed by overwhelming defeat to be aware of more than her terrible personal failure.
"But... but... how could you?"
"How could I what?" the maestro asked in surprise.
"How could you lead me on?"
"Lead you on? But, my dear girl, I didn't."
"You did! You said -- you said all I needed was hard work. Haven't I worked hard enough?"
"Of course you have worked hard." Valdi was affronted.
"My students must apply themselves. It takes years of hard work to develop the voice, to learn even a segment of the outworld repertoire that must be performed."
"I've repertoire! I've worked hard and now -- now you tell me I've no voice?"
Maestro Valdi sighed heavily, a mannerism that had always irritated Killashandra and was now insupportable. She opened her mouth to protest, but he raised a restraining hand. The habit of four years made her pause.
"You haven't the voice to be a top-rank singer, my dear Killashandra, but that does not preclude any of the many other responsible and fulfilling..."
"I won't be second rank. I want -- I wanted" -- and she had the satisfaction of seeing him wince at the bitterness in her voice --"to be a top-rank concert singer. You said I had--"
He held up his hand again. "You have the gift of perfect pitch, your musicality is faultless, your memory superb, your dramatic potential can't be criticized. But there is that burr in your voice which becomes intolerable in the higher register. While I thought it could be trained out, modified--" he shrugged his helplessness. He eyed her sternly. "Today's audition with completely impartial judges proved conclusively that the flaw is inherent in the voice. This moment is cruel for you and not particularly pleasant for me." He gave her another stern look, reacting to the rebellion in her stance. "I make few errors in judgment as to voice. I honestly thought I could help you. I cannot, and it would be doubly cruel of me to encourage you further as a soloist. No. You had best strengthen another facet of your potential."
"And what, in your judgment, would that be?"