The Coming of the Giants The Mysterious Visitor The Signal Fire The Strange Island Princess of the Atom The Chase into Smallness The Flight in the Cellular Caverns Death of the Giants Tiny Fragment of Rock The White Flag Giant in Ambush The Meeting The Stowaway The Locked Door Togaro at Bay Frank's Plan The Tiny Prowler The Escape of Togaro Night of Turmoil In the Blood Light of Dawn Riding the Giant "Vengeance of Togaro!" Doomed Little Planet! The End of a World In the Campfire Light The Black and White Flags The Fight on the Rock Summit The Return to Earth The Theft of the Rock The World at Bay Togaro Strikes The Fugitives The Combat of Titans Princess of the Cottage "_Beautiful with a grace beyond the reach of art._" _Prologue_ I was seventeen years old before I had any idea that there was a mystery in my family. My name is Frank Ferrule. My mother died when I was still a child. There was my father; my older brother, Drake; and my younger sister, Dianne. We had always seemed to me an average little family group, except for Dianne's beauty. That, in truth, was abnormal enough. And upon that, I was to learn, the mystery hinged--tragedy it was for Dianne, striking all unheralded like a bolt from a cloudless sky. Our life, up to that August when the sudden, inexplicable tragedy came, was perfectly prosaic, uneventful, so that I can find little of it to record here that would be of interest. Father was a consulting chemist. My brother Drake, six years older than I, grew up to be a stalwart blond giant of a fellow--a full six feet two--with a lazy, rollicking good-nature like a huge dog conscious of his own strength. Father often said that; and called me a terrier. I was always small and slender, with dark hair, and by nature excitable. There was nothing unusual, nothing of particular interest about Drake and me. But Dianne's beauty would have fascinated the world. I can remember that she had always been beautiful. In the advertisements of fashion magazines there are drawings of children--ideally beautiful little girls. Dianne, as a child, was like that, a blue-eyed flaxen-haired doll.