There stood the kingdom of Virelia long ago in a country of perpetual gloom. Virelia was covered in constant darkness unlike other worlds, illuminated softly by the moon and the glittering stars. Growing bright flowers, illuminating their streets with magical lanterns, and sharing stories of the heavenly creatures watching over them, the inhabitants of Virelia had adapted to the darkness. But one myth the story of the Moonlit Guardian both delighted and frightened the people. Old legend saw the Moonlit Guardian as a ghost bonded to the Silver Vale, a holy woodland where moonlight never faded.

Past the highest mountains and deepest seas, in a sky far beyond what the eye could perceive, was a location called the Celestial Workshop. It was concealed within the folds of the cosmos, where the night sky was painted and the stars were created. The Star Painter was an elderly, lovely man running this enterprise. He painted the stars onto the big canvas of the sky with his long, silver brush. He meticulously arranged them every evening so that people living on Earth would have something lovely to dream of. They glittered exactly beautifully.

The moon had always watched over the residents in the little town of Elder mere, where the hills rippled like waves and the fireflies danced in the nightly wind. It rose every night without fail, softly glistening silver on the river, the roofs, and the sleeping fields. But one evening something unusual occurred. The moon did not dawn. The people originally believed it to be simply concealed behind the clouds. But the heavens stayed empty as the hours passed. The stars shined anxiously as if they were chatting to one another. Uncertain of what to do, the owls stayed quietly in the woods.

Living in a little hamlet nestled between undulating green hills and large golden fields was a lad called Finn. Finn spent his days sitting by the river that passed the hamlet, seeing the water glitter under the sun while others toiled in the fields or created beautiful objects. The river had always captivated him since the elder’s spoke of its enigmatic past that it was once a passageway to a magical world inaccessible to common people. Finn noticed something unusual one evening as the sun sank below the horizon.

Living a mid-old oak trees and undulating green hills in the center of the sleepy hamlet of ever-mere, was a tiny child called Lila. She had always dreamed, her brain bursting with tales of far-off locations and fascinating beings. She would look out of her bedroom window at the silver moon every night before sleeping, yearning for an adventure. One evening, when the moon shined more brilliantly than it had ever done, something rather remarkable occurred. Her window started to softly knock.

The kingdom of Cornucopia was once the happiest in the world. It had plenty of gold, a king with the finest moustache you could possibly imagine, and butchers, bakers, and cheesemongers whose exquisite foods made a person dance with delight when they ate them. Everything was perfect - except for the misty Marshlands to the north, which, according to legend, were home to the monstrous Ickabog. Anyone sensible knew that the Ickabog was just a myth to scare children into behaving. But the funny thing about myths is that sometimes they take on a life of their own.

Jack loves his childhood toy Dur Pig. DP has always been there for him, through good and bad. Until one Christmas Eve something terrible happens - DP is lost. But Christmas Eve is a night for miracles and lost causes, a night when all things can come to life...even toys. And Jack’s newest toy - the Christmas Pig (DP’s annoying replacement) - has a daring plan: Together they’ll embark on a magical journey to seek something lost and to save the best friend Jack has ever known....

Mary Lennox starts her life as an unhappy victim of circumstance. After the loss of her parents, she moves to rural Yorkshire to live with a distant uncle where she resents the wildness of the countryside. At first, she struggles to find a place in this new existence. Although unsure about her surroundings and its occupants, through the gentle guidance of the maid she gradually becomes interested in the story of Mrs Craven, who apparently used to spend her time in a garden at the house, the key to which has vanished.

Olaf, Arendelle’s adorable snowman, loves to read. One day, an unexpected message leads Olaf and his friends Anna, Kristoff, and Sven on a quest for a place known as Haus Biblio, described as a “sea of stories”. This Audible Original spans the group’s journey to Haus Biblio as they cross over mountains, search for monsters under bridges, and have conversations with friendly sheep. During his travels, Olaf makes new friends and hears lots of exciting stories along the way.

Mickey, Minnie, Donald, and Goofy are excited to attend the event of the year! Dr. Emu Noskape has invited all of Mouseton to witness the unveiling of her newest terrifically technical invention. But when the day takes an unexpected turn, Mickey and friends find themselves trapped inside Dr. Noskape’s mansion—which she’s launching to the moon! Will they escape the maze of a mansion before it blasts off, or are they doomed to live on the moon forever?

There stood the kingdom of Virelia long ago in a country of perpetual gloom. Virelia was covered in constant darkness unlike other worlds, illuminated softly by the moon and the glittering stars. Growing bright flowers, illuminating their streets with magical lanterns, and sharing stories of the heavenly creatures watching over them, the inhabitants of Virelia had adapted to the darkness. But one myth the story of the Moonlit Guardian both delighted and frightened the people. Old legend saw the Moonlit Guardian as a ghost bonded to the Silver Vale, a holy woodland where moonlight never faded.

Past the highest mountains and deepest seas, in a sky far beyond what the eye could perceive, was a location called the Celestial Workshop. It was concealed within the folds of the cosmos, where the night sky was painted and the stars were created. The Star Painter was an elderly, lovely man running this enterprise. He painted the stars onto the big canvas of the sky with his long, silver brush. He meticulously arranged them every evening so that people living on Earth would have something lovely to dream of. They glittered exactly beautifully.

The moon had always watched over the residents in the little town of Elder mere, where the hills rippled like waves and the fireflies danced in the nightly wind. It rose every night without fail, softly glistening silver on the river, the roofs, and the sleeping fields. But one evening something unusual occurred. The moon did not dawn. The people originally believed it to be simply concealed behind the clouds. But the heavens stayed empty as the hours passed. The stars shined anxiously as if they were chatting to one another. Uncertain of what to do, the owls stayed quietly in the woods.

Living a mid-old oak trees and undulating green hills in the center of the sleepy hamlet of ever-mere, was a tiny child called Lila. She had always dreamed, her brain bursting with tales of far-off locations and fascinating beings. She would look out of her bedroom window at the silver moon every night before sleeping, yearning for an adventure. One evening, when the moon shined more brilliantly than it had ever done, something rather remarkable occurred. Her window started to softly knock.

Living in a little hamlet nestled between undulating green hills and large golden fields was a lad called Finn. Finn spent his days sitting by the river that passed the hamlet, seeing the water glitter under the sun while others toiled in the fields or created beautiful objects. The river had always captivated him since the elder’s spoke of its enigmatic past that it was once a passageway to a magical world inaccessible to common people. Finn noticed something unusual one evening as the sun sank below the horizon.