"New York," Claude repeated, turning the word over candy gentle in the way that fairly said it for him. He had no idea where or what New York might be. "I'm afraid not. We're some miles outside of Sorcer-of-Peace that I know of, Sunside."

And smiling after a scritch of Ripley's nose he added. " 'Sunside' being the realm of the physically inclined, if they don't differentiate in New York. I know that always wasn't fashionable."