Ellie Henrys

Ellie Henrys is a British audiobook narrator with a rich lower-register voice and a naturally calming delivery, now based in Florida, United States. With formal drama school training in London and a background in amateur theatre, she brings strong breath control, vocal technique, and performance sensitivity to her narration.

Her approach is measured and attentive, shaped by both her acting experience and her love of audiobooks as a listener. Ellie records from a sound-treated home studio, allowing her to produce clean, professional audio while maintaining flexibility in scheduling and collaboration.

She has completed more than eleven audiobook projects across nonfiction, fantasy, and sleep-focused storytelling. Her credits include The Whole 9 Months, Coup D’Estate, Popysan the Green Dragon and the Legend of the Golden Unicorns, and multiple bedtime stories for Before Your Dream, where her steady, composed voice supports immersive, reflective listening.

Ellie works on a per-finished-hour basis and is also open to Royalty Share and Royalty Share Plus arrangements.

You can contact Ellie on Instagram.

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Shadows Before Dreams – 5 Adult Bedtime Stories

A lantern-lit path leads into a living library beneath an ancient forest. A sleeping bird transforms the sky above a quiet village. A breathing house waits at the edge of sleep. A river carries paper lanterns into the dark. A letter arrives from the year 1402. Rest is close.

The House at the Edge of Asleep misty field with distant glowing horizon at twilight

The House at the Edge of Sleep

The silver field stretches without end beneath a sky the colour of old pewter, where the last light of day has settled into something softer than evening, quieter than dusk. The tall grasses sway with a sound like whispered lullabies, their seed heads catching what remains of the light and holding it tenderly.

The Lantern Lit Sanctuary

Twilight drifted through the ancient forest as the travellers stepped softly beneath the trees, their footsteps becoming part of the quiet. Lanterns appeared along the trail, one after another, hovering without urgency. Somewhere ahead, The Lantern Lit Sanctuary waited — not to be discovered, but to be recognised.

A Letter from the Year 1402

The envelope should not be here. Heavy cream paper, burgundy wax, her name written in ink the colour of autumn earth — in a script that belongs to another century entirely. Eleanor turns it over slowly. No library stamp. No accession number. Only the particular stillness of something that has been waiting.

The Lanterns of Lost Tomorrows

At dusk, the villagers gather by the river, each carrying a lantern and a memory. One by one, they release their quiet reflections into the current, watching the lights drift away. In the soft glow, the past loosens its hold, and the night welcomes what remains with calm acceptance.

The Bird That Dreamt in Colours

The bird sleeps with the kind of stillness that speaks of deep purpose. Its feathers catch light that comes from no particular source, and the wildflowers around it grow more vivid, as though colour itself were learning how to breathe.