Secret North: Book 4 of The Wishes Series by G.J. Walker-Smith

of a writer. She took my explanation a little too literally. By the end of her Q and A session, she was of the opinion that newspaper journalists handwrite the newspapers each day. Her questions were becoming too left of centre to answer honestly. When she asked if my hand ever got tired of writing or if my pen ever stopped working, I told her yes. “How many papers did you write today?” I shook my head, feeling entirely too sorry for myself. “None. I’m not working for a newspaper at the moment. I wish I was, though.” Bridget put her tiny hand on my knee. “Keep your wishes and it might happen,” she said sagely. Saving wishes hadn’t been part of my childhood, which was a shame. I might have had a few to spend by now if it was. “How many wishes do you have saved up, Bridge?” I asked curiously. “A thousand and sixty twelve.” “Awesome.” I chuckled. “That’s a nice stash.” She grasped the silver locket around her neck. “I keep them in here. My grandpa gave me this,” she explained. “Not Papy, the Rex one.” I leaned in, pretending to notice it for the first time. I’d never seen her without it, but until then I’d been unaware that she kept wishes in it. “It’s very pretty,” I told her. “Yes, I know.” We were quiet for a minute. I wasn’t sure what was holding Bridget’s attention but I was content to sit and let life drift by for a while. I knew we weren’t going to be able to stay much longer. The dark sky was threatening rain, and the wind had picked up. When a strong gust whipped down T