There was a boy and a girl and a strange new planet; the planet was alive with hideous dangers. But the boy and girl were very young and all Robin wanted to know was: "Who stole my doll?"
ell, you taught me how." Her figure was not yet that of a woman, but far more than that of a girl. She was very beautiful and Charlie knew this although he had no standards to judge by, except for the Indian women they occasionally saw or Blackbeard's slave girls when the pirate ship came in to trade.
Unselfconsciously, Robin climbed into her gold-mesh shorts. Charlie helped her fasten the gold-mesh halter. Long, long ago--it seemed an unreal dream, almost--he had been a very small boy and his mother had taken him to a show in which everyone danced and sang and wore gold-mesh clothing. He had never forgotten it, and now all their clothing was gold-mesh.
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Robin spun around and looked at him. Her tawny blonde hair fell almost to her waist, and he helped her comb it with a jewel-encrusted comb he had wished into being a few days before.
"I so like Crimson!" she cried impulsively.
Charlie smiled. "Why, that's a funny thing to say. Is there any other kind of a place?"
The cover art is great. In an impossible escape from a space ship disaster, a 5 year old girl and a 6 year old boy land on an impossible planet near the galaxy center. 20 years later they're found, and the main story begins.
If you buy all the hooey, the story is good as a sort of fairy tale.
Darius John Granger (ManyBooks has it accidentally reversed) was the pen name for Milton Lesser and this story was originally published for Amazing Stories in September, 1956.
Pure pulp, A World Called Crimson has a boy and girl marooned on a planet that has the unique ability to take their thoughts and make them real.
And then the adults come to mess up their childhood fantasy.
Think Lord of the Flies in reverse.