_Above him were a thousand different-colored moons. Beside him was the girl. Across the room the dragon glowered. And outside, not far away, was...._ World Edge By JACK EGAN Illustrated by FINLAY [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Amazing Stories November 1962. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] Harvey Crane was lying flat on his back, though how he had gotten there he was still trying to figure out. Above him he could see the flat pink half-sphere of the sky. Now, _that_ bothered him. He squinted up at it for several more minutes before deciding it was the color that was wrong somehow. Harvey hunched up into a sitting position, yawned widely, and gazed around. Thirty yards to his left a stand of blue and yellow trees, triangular in shape, effectively blocked the horizon. In front of him a tapered cylinder, balanced gracefully on its nose, performed the same function. To his right ... there _was_ no horizon! "God damn," said Harvey Crane. He crawled the ten feet or so to the Edge of the World and looked down. The all-pervading rosiness swirled below. Harvey tightened his belt to hold his stomach in place, inched far back from the Edge, and stood shakily up. It was then that he noticed the girl. She stood with hands on hips, critically appraising the ship. _Aha! The ship! That's what it is_, Harvey thought triumphantly. "I see you tried to land it again," the girl said dryly. _Again?_ Harvey wondered, but said nothing. She walked over to the ship, lifted the gargantuan structure by a wingtip, and scowled back at him. "Well, don't just stand there like an idiot. Come give me a hand." He was surprised at the ease with which they handled the rocket. They soon had it righted, and the girl stood back and gazed at it worryingly. "There," she said. It sounded final. A look of vague annoyance crossed her pretty features. She shook her long, brown hair into place, flicked an imaginary speck of dust off her spotless white trousers, rolled the sleeves of her blouse up, and ... erased the ship. "_Hey!_" shouted Harvey wildly, "You can't do that!" He stared in dumb amazement at the fading after-image of the ship. Beyond it, the long upward slope of the yellow, grassy hill was crowned by a huge Castle. "Don't be silly, Harvey dear. Come on, it's playtime." He followed her, for some reason, up the slope to the Palace. * * * * *