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Pinocchio can't believe the Moonlit Court is his home! With royal banquets, a regal wardrobe, and a whole new set of rules, Pinocchio has a lot to adjust to in his new life as prester alongside Princess Lazuli. But before they can get comfortable in their thrones, a fancy dinner at the palace is interrupted by an unwelcome guest - a monster! And this isn't just any monster; it's a manticore, a beast that was imprisoned centuries earlier.

I gasped in horror. Would it be my friend's dreadful fate to perish in the swirling torrent below? "Take care! Take care!" I shouted. But my worst fears were realized. Ratigan went over the edge, dragging the detective with him!

Tom's eyes bored into Basil's. "I admire and respect you as a brilliant detective, but I must speak frankly. Your chances of capturing J. J. are practically zero. The obstacles are too many and too great. In my opinion, Basil, you're on an impossible mission!"

Basil the mouse detective sets off on a journey to solve one of the greatest mysteries of mousedom: Do miniature cats exist? Leading mouse scientists aren't certain, but they believe answers can be found in the Far East. Thus begins the story of an unusual quest. As Basil sets sail for the Far East - and the lost island of Kataarh - danger stalks him at every turn. Our hero is determined to unravel the mystery of these mini cats and their mouse king!

Baker Street mice - beware! So far the twins are safe. They'll stay that way if you do what we say. We've decided to make your Baker Street cellar the headquarters for our gang. Everybody must be out in 48 hours. It's Basil's job to move you all out, just the way he moved you in. Better make it fast! And leave the furniture - we need it. This is the only warning you'll get. And listen - if you don't follow our orders, you'll never set eyes on those twins again!

The automa Pinocchio has always been duty-bound to serve in the floating palace of Venice's emperor. So when Pinocchio finds himself locked in a trunk and delivered to a new master - a wanted criminal and alchemist named Geppetto - he is curious about everything around him. But most curious is the way Pinocchio seems to be changing from a wooden servant into a living, human boy.

Our world is more fantastical than we dare imagine...filled with both unbelievable beauty and horrific evil. Just ask Jack Staples and Alexia Dreager. They're at the epicenter of the conflict that's been raging since before time began. Their birth and destiny have long been prophesied, but things aren't going as planned.

The Assassin is closing in. Just as Jack and his friend Alexia discover what it means to be the Chosen Ones, they each face the test of a lifetime. For Jack, it is a question of trust; for Alexia, of loyalty. Everything rests on them making the right choices and on the completion of their missions. The Assassin expects they will fail, and that they will either join him or be destroyed. It will take all of the Author's forces, the special gifts Jack and Alexia have, and the help of their friends, Arthur and Mrs. Dumphry, to overcome.

Just as Theo is about to turn thirteen, everything he knows is turned upside down. At the stroke of midnight, he awaits his Apto—the animal guide meant to mark his future as an Archemist. But instead, a fire fox appears: the rare, fierce, and fiercely loyal companion of the Alkrem. In that moment, Theo discovers a shocking truth—he isn’t an Archemist at all, but an Alkrem. Members of this persecuted group once wielded powerful weapons and brewed magical potions, until they were betrayed and nearly wiped out by the Archemists, who now rule with iron control.

Mapaline was a child, very much like yourself. Well, perhaps not so very much. Unless you live in a deep, vast wilderness of forests and rivers and streams; unless you sleep in a small room, hung high up in the limbs of an old maple tree; unless you stand no taller than my kneecap and have hair that changes with the seasons, you are not so very much like Mapaline. She was a treeborn, and if you saw her you would think, “Isn’t she a pretty little girl. But . . . somehow—”and you would feel silly saying it—”somehow she makes me think of a tree. Not very much, but still . . .”

The Great Wilderness was very much like your home. Well, perhaps not so very much. Unless your hometown is covered with such woods that a squirrel could run for days without ever touching the ground; unless you might discover that some animals in your back yard are not truly animals at all; unless you can listen for a month without hearing the slightest noise from a car engine or jet plane, then perhaps your home is not so very much like the Great Wilderness.