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When twins Willow and Jake Grimm move to the isolated town where their parents work for a top-secret Think Tank, they are amazed to discover a place where people jetpack to work, robots direct traffic, and senior citizens battle with lightning-swords.
But after a freak lightning storm, which transforms the twins’ school into a medieval castle—complete with a moat, drawbridge, and a giant who looks strangely like the school’s overly aggressive hall monitor—the twins discover the truth: just like their ancestors, the original Brothers Grimm, Willow and Jake are Grimmwalkers. And just like their ancestors, they have been transported to the place where all fairy tales are born. The most dangerous place in existence: Grimmworld.
But before the twins can figure out how to get home, they learn their best friends have been transformed into the fairy tale characters Hansel and Gretel and have been imprisoned by a candy-obsessed wicked witch.
Now, aided only by their wits, their courage, and their love for each other, the twins must venture deep into the Cursed Forest to save themselves and their friends. And maybe—just maybe—save the universe from falling into the clutches of the witch in the woods.
320 pages, Hardcover
Published March 5, 2024
Twins Jake and Willow Grimm, almost 11, are moving to an isolated town called New Marburg as their parents have found a new “top-secret” job with a tech company known as “Think Tank.” They are stunned to see that the town, disconnected from all other places and not even on the map, is a futuristic place, with robots working as traffic cops and senior citizens indulging in lightning-sword battles for fitness.
However, the one place in New Marburg that is not at all modern is their new school, where, for some mysterious reason, their teacher hates them and does her best to make their lives miserable. Just as they wonder how to tackle this situation, there is a freak lightning storm, and their world changes… literally. The twins find themselves in a medieval castle, and their friends have been transformed into fairy tale characters, not necessarily good ones.
Now Jake and Willow have to figure out not just how to get home, but also how to rescue their best friends, who are Hansel and Gretel in this new world, and in the captivity of the wicked witch. Will Jake and Willow be able to navigate the Cursed Forest and save their friends? Will they be able to return home safely to their parents? What caused this upheaval of the universes?
The story comes to us in the limited third person perspectives of the twins.


Jake looked genuinely confused, like he wasn’t sure how to answer the question. “I know I’m smart. But so are you. And you’re strong and funny and cool. People like you, Will.” Jake shook his head. “I’ve never had that, and never understood it. But I do envy it.”Now here, for comparison is a brother/sister conversation as imagined by James Thurber
Willow’s gaze bored into him. “You know, I changed my mind. I don’t want a wand that lets you see yourself through my eyes. I want one that lets you see yourself through everyone’s eyes. Everyone who thinks you’re amazing, who wishes they had one-tenth of your smarts, or one-hundredth of your kindness.”
Sister, who is twenty-one, and who goes around with a number of young men whom her brother frankly regards as pussycats, is sitting by the fire one evening reading André Gide, or Photoplay, or something. Brother, who is eighteen, enters. “Where’s Mom?” he asks. “How should I know?” she snaps. “Thought you might know that, Stupid. Y’ought to know something,” he snaps back. Sister continues to read, but she is obviously annoyed by the presence of her brother; he is chewing gum, making a strange, cracking noise every fifth chew, and this gets on her nerves. “Why don’t you spit out that damn gum?” she asks, finally.I leave it to those of you have have brothers and sisters to decide which of these conversations sounds more like a real conversation a brother and sister might have.
-- "Pythagoras and the Ladder", James Thurber