Gail Carson Levine's first book for children, Ella Enchanted, was a Newbery Honor Levine's other books include Ever, a New York Times bestseller; Fairest, . Gail Carson Levine. In a land where beauty and singing are valued above all else, Aza eventually comes to reconcile her unconventional appearance and her magical voice, and learns to accept herself for who she truly is. Check availability for this downloadable Overdrive eBook. Aza's singing is the fairest in all the land, and the most unusual. She can "throw" her voice so it seems to come from anywhere. A magic mirror, a charming prince, a jealous queen, palace intrigue, and an injured king twine into a maze that Aza must penetrate to save herself and.

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Read Fairest by Gail Carson Levine for free with a 30 day free trial. Read unlimited* books and audiobooks on the web, iPad, iPhone and Android. Once upon a time, there was a girl who wanted to be prettyAza's singing is the fairest in all the land, and the most unusual. She can "throw" her voice. ASAP. Fairest by Gail Carson Levine. YA F LEVINE. Summary: In the kingdom of Ayortha, who is the fairest of them all? Certainly not Aza. She is thoroughly.

They never stared, never seemed even to notice my appearance. Ettime, our cook, had to prepare root-vegetable stews for them, the only human food gnomes can eat. But Father was glad to have them anyway. Gnomes, at least the ones who traveled, were wealthy. They tipped generously and paid in advance. Better yet, they often paid double, because husbands and wives took separate rooms, since adult gnomes were too wide to share our beds. Mother always had me serve them and clean their rooms.

One day I was polishing the chest of drawers in the Crane chamber when its occupant returned. He stood in the doorway as I sang:. The gnome, whose name was zhamM, said, Oh, my! I turned, startled, and he was waving his hands in the air, applauding the Ayorthaian way. I smiled at him. He smiled back, showing teeth that resembled iron posts. I like your song.

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It is charming, to be exact. And your voice is more than charming. I thought of him as the green gentleman— green because of the emerald buttons on all his tunics, gentleman because he was polite and fussy, with a soft, breathy voice and small gestures. He had curly brown hair, small ears set close to his head, and skin almost as pale as my own. Shall I leave, Master zhamM? I said. I can finish cleaning later.

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No need. I only want to think a moment. To be exact, I can do that as badly with you here as with you gone. He sat carefully on the bench by the fireplace. Would you be so kind … would it be too much trouble …. I blurted out, Will I ever be pretty? I hugged the pillow, protecting myself against his answer.


He went on. You are slightly less ugly than most. Your hair is a beautiful color, htun. To humans? He stared over my left shoulder. In Gnomic we would call you Maid azacH. He folded his hands across his chest, delivering a pronouncement. In the future, you and I will meet again. Even I could see far enough into the future to see that. He stayed at the Featherbed once or twice every month. I smelled my home and saw glow iron. You will be in danger.

What sort of danger, and how would I get to Gnome Caverns? But I skipped to my main concern. Will I look as I do now? There was one more change in you in my vision.

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Your hair was black, with little htun left. Htun looks black to humans. It is the color I like best, deeper than scarlet, more serene than cerulean, gayer than yellow. I stared down at the floor, trying not to cry. No one had ever before said that anything about me looked beautiful. In the year of Barn Songs, when I was twelve, the duchess of Olixo and her companion, Dame Ethele, stopped at the Featherbed for a night.

Father and Mother were thrilled, but also worried. If the duchess liked the inn, she could steer other rich customers to us. If she disliked it, she could get our license revoked by the king. I was thrilled and worried, too.

I was serving dinner to a party of gnomes when she arrived, earlier than expected, or I would never have been in the tavern. Father conducted a small plump woman and a large one to the best table. The small one was as richly clad, but more simply. Neither of them glanced my way. I wondered which was duchess and which was companion. It would have been rude to stare, as I knew better than anyone.

I stole glances, however, and soon decided who was who. The large one was Dame Ethele, and the small plump one was the duchess. The smiling one had to be the companion. After all, who would pay to have a petulant companion? What did she have to be petulant about? Unfortunately, the duchess detested peppers of every sort, and she expected everyone to know it.

Mother apologized and brought out a double helping of chicken pot pie, but the damage was done. Before she left her table, she told Mother she wanted a mug of hot ostumo delivered to her chamber at nine that night.

Not a second before nine, she said in a voice that carried, nor yet a second after, but on the stroke itself—or I shall send it back. And it must be piping hot.

Or I shall send it back. After I finished waiting on the gnomes, I was sent to the stable to help another gnome find a belt buckle in one of his trunks. It was a prolonged business. The buckle, naturally, was in the third and final trunk. She was so flustered by the duchess that she scalded the first pot and had to throw it out.

By five before nine, the second pot was ready. Mother poured it into a mug and placed the mug on a tray. A crash and a loud oath came from the tavern. Mother turned toward the tavern door. She looked appealingly at Ettime.

I wished I was still in the stable. Aza … Mother wet her finger and wiped a smudge off my cheek. She tucked a stray strand of hair into my bonnet. Take the ostumo to the duchess and come—. Come right back and tell me what she says.

She put the tray with the no-longer- piping! I left the kitchen and started up the stairs, although I wanted to hide in the cellar. It will be over in a moment, I told myself. And answered myself, Yes, the duchess will toss the ostumo in my face. Imilli was snoozing on the stairway landing.

I scooped him up.

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I could hold him high so the duchess would see less of me. Take it away. I— She saw Imilli. Oh, the sweetie.

She took him. She gestured at the ostumo. Put it next to the bed. I have sweeties at home. Would you like me to tell you their names? She was talking to Imilli, but I nodded. She no longer looked petulant. I followed her into the room. I said the next two names in my mind as she spoke them.

Then there are my sweet kittens.

She sat on her bed. Imilli leaned against her chest and purred. She went on. Do you have any suggestions for the rest? Sit down. There are seven in the litter. Not there. Her complaining tone was back. The kitchen will have to do better when I come again. Would you like me to tell you which is my favorite sweetie? She would come again! I nodded.

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The duchess told me, and told me which was her second favorite and her third. There was the duchess, snoring in her bed, Imilli curled up in the crook of her arm. The duchess became a regular guest at the inn. She remained fractious and difficult to please, but she adored Imilli and tolerated me. In the year of Forest Songs, when I was fourteen, I discovered a new way to sing.

I was cleaning the Falcon chamber, which had been occupied by a Kyrrian merchant, Sir Peter of Frell. This action might not be possible to undo.

Are you sure you want to continue? Upload Sign In Join. Save For Later. Create a List. Fairest by Gail Carson Levine. Summary Once upon a time, there was a girl who wanted to be pretty. Read on the Scribd mobile app Download the free Scribd mobile app to read anytime, anywhere. HarperCollins Released: Dec 26, ISBN: His shoulders would shake with laughter.

I thought you were Imilli. We would all smile—my younger sister Areida, my two older brothers, Mother, and I. Imilli was our cat—kitten then. Mother would burst in.

I knew straight off you were a babe. I knew you were a singer, too. It was lovely. My favorite part would come next.

Mother would throw back her head and imitate my howl, a high pure note. Ayortha is a kingdom of singers. In our family and in Amonta, my voice is the finest.

Mother often said that if I tried, I could sing the sun down from the sky. I opened the chamber door, Father would say, continuing the tale, and there you were. I was in the center of the bed, crying and kicking the air.

I picked you up, and you gurgled such a musical gurgle. My brother Ollo would break in with his favorite part.I'd better fetch it. The tight doublets of the stallions and the clinging bodices of the mares concealed none of the creatures' strength and grace. The story would go on. I struggled with this issue myself when I was growing up and so I really connected to the main character. The carriage rounded a bend. A World without Princes. From betrothal to wedding, alter nothing, or the marriage will be cursed.

Us, paying for the crockery?

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