Sometimes, being a ghost has its distinct advantages. In my capacity as a reporter, my deceased state has come in handy on a number of occasions. Now, as I drift serenely through the splendid underwater city of Maraqua, surrounded by colourful plant life and elegant marine petpets, I am entirely grateful for the fact that I do not have to breathe. This extra special "talent" of mine has permitted me the honour of profiling Neopia's most high-end and fashionable restaurant...
Boween in the Nursery: Part Two I had a hard time sleeping that night, and not just because Norman was snoring loudly in his basket at the foot of my bed.
Crossed Paths and Blades: Part Three "Who's there?" he demanded. His response was another sudden flying rock, which hit his shoulder. Scarblade snarled...