"This spellbinding fantasy begs for a cozy chair and several hours of uninterrupted reading time." -The Washington Post When Ned and his identical twin brother tumble from their raft into a raging river, only Ned survives. Villagers are convinced the wrong boy lived. Across the forest that borders Ned's village, Áine, the daughter of the Bandit King, is haunted by her mother's last words: "The wrong boy will save your life, and you will save his." When the Bandit King comes to steal the magic Ned's mother, a witch, is meant to protect, Áine and Ned meet. Can they trust each other long enough to cross a dangerous enchanted forest and stop the war about to boil over between their two kingdoms? "Barnhill is a fantasist on the order of Neil Gaiman." -Minneapolis Star Tribune "[The Witch's Boy] should open young readers' eyes to something that is all around them in the very world we live in: the magic of words." -The New York Times "This is a book to treasure." -Nerdy Book Club A Washington Post Best Book of 2014 A Publishers Weekly Best Book of 2014 A Kirkus Reviews Best Children's Book of 2014 A Chicago Public Library "Best of the Best" 2014 When a Bandit King comes to steal the magic that Ned's mother, a witch, is meant to keep, it's Ned who protects his community. In another kingdom, lives Áine, the daughter of the Bandit King. But when Áine and Ned's paths cross, can they trust each other enough to make their way through the treacherous woods and stop the war about to boil over? Kelly Barnhill lives in Minnesota with her husband and three children. She is the author of six novels, including The Girl Who Drank the Moon, winner of the 2017 John Newbery Medal. She is also the winner of the World Fantasy Award and has been a finalist for the Minnesota Book Award, a Nebula Award, and the PEN/USA literary prize. Visit her online at kellybarnhill.com or on Twitter: @kellybarnhill. 1 The Twins Once upon a time there were two brothers, as alike to one another as you are to your own reflection. They had the same eyes, the same hands, the same voice, the same insatiable curiosity. And though it was generally agreed that one was slightly quicker, slightly cleverer, slightly more wonderful than the other, no one could tell the boys apart. And even when they thought they could, they were usually wrong. "Which one has the scar on his nose?" people would ask. "Which is the one with the saucy grin? Is Ned the smart one, or is it Tam?" Ned, some said. Tam, said others. They couldn't decide. But surely, one was better. It stood to reason. "For god's sakes, boys," their exasperated neighbors would sigh, "will you stand still so we may look at you properly?" The boys would not stand still. They were a whirlwind of shrieks and schemes and wicked grins. They would not be pinned down. And so the question of which one was the quick one, the clever one, the more wonderful one, remained a subject of some debate. One day, the boys decided it was high time that they built a raft. Working in secret, and with great attention to detail, they constructed it using scraps of lumber and bits of rope and cast-off pieces of broken furniture and sticks, careful to hide their work from their mother. Once they felt the vessel was seaworthy, they slid it into the Great River and climbed aboard, hoping to make it to the sea. They were mistaken. The vessel was not seaworthy. Very quickly, the rushing currents pulled the raft apart, and the boys were thrown into the water, fighting for their lives. Their father, a broad, strong man, dove into the water, and though he could barely swim, struggled through the current toward his children. A crowd gathered at the edge of the water. They were afraid of the river-afraid of the spirits that lived in the water who might snatch a man if he w