Perhaps it was just my Tyrannian Slorg sitting on my shoulder and the feeling of slime oozing through my T-shirt that prompted me to write, but either way the feeling would not leave me – I had to write something big, something political. A statement about the Slorg in all its glory. A piece of writing that would urge Neopians everywhere to...
Another Hero's Journey: Part Ten Jovan entered the shadow Shoyru's room, bearing a tray of steaming tea and some biscuits. "Bandits," said the blue Ixi anxiously. "I bolted our doors and shut all our windows..."
Sword of the Shapeshifter: Part Eight Kass nodded. "We have known each other too long for this, my friend. You needn't try to hide what you cannot conceal..."