The Polar Terror – Liana Brooks

POLAR TERROR

The only villain north of the 66th parallel just met his match.

Kaddy Chaak’s career is in jeopardy, her social life is non-existent, and instead of spending the holidays at home with everyone she loves, she’s in the hospital with her chronically-ill, probably-dying nephew Everett, wondering if her dead sister could have fixed this. The one bright note in an otherwise bleak winter is a potential visit from the Polar Terror, the only super villain north of the 66th parallel, to make little Everett’s hospital wish come true.

Kaddy’s not really expecting him to show. At best, she expects a lackluster cosplayer with a half-hour to spare.

What she gets is a swoon-worthy stranger full of secrets, who might just sweep her off her feet–and maybe help her leave the past behind, once and for all.

A heart-warming stand-alone addition to the popular Heroes and Villains series.

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WANTED: The Polar Terror for a day of fun and crime with 7yo Everett at the Merriton Pediatric Hospital.
Everett is a sweet boy who has had a bad run of luck. He wants to conquer the mountains with his favorite villains, and maybe rob a candy store.
If you’re available, please email andrea@canada.dreamcometrue.org

Kaddy leaned her head against the pale yellow wall of the hospital room, closed her eyes, and tried not to hear the constant whooshing and beeping of the hospital room. The ticky-tick-tick of the heartrate monitor. The two-minute beep as the IV dropped another controlled dose of pain medications that seemed to do no good. The whock-whock-whock of the second hand on the clock.

There was no escape.

She couldn’t even run outside to the snow and let that peace envelope her. Not while Everett was lying in bed, staring out the window at the flat roof of the parking garage, refusing to talk.

With a sigh, she tried to reach him. Again. “Do you want to watch some TV?”

Everett didn’t move.

“We could play with your action figures.” She pushed herself out of the uncomfortable chair and walked over to his bed.

Everett let her pull the plush Polar Terror doll out of his listless hand.

She bopped him on the nose with it. “The Polar Terror is coming! He’ll walk right out of this storm and-”

Everett rolled to the side, crossing his tiny arms as best he could. His bottom lip quavered with anger and pain.

“I’m sorry.” Kaddy put the doll back next to him. “We’re going to find a way through this, Ev. I promise. And then we’ll sew you the Polar Terror costume you wanted.”

“There is no Polar Terror,” Everett whispered, his first words all day. “Nobody comes to rescue you.”