_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...._ 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 …
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