The Black Dagger Brotherhood_ An Insider's Guide - J. R. Ward [87]
And again, that’s my point about sex scenes. Yes, that stuff between them was hot, but it’s manifestly significant to their character development.
Now for a word about the Scribe Virgin and V.
Talk about mother issues, huh? When V first sauntered onstage in Dark Lover, I knew that hand of his was significant, but I had no idea just how important it was or what its larger implications were. In fact, during the writing of the first two books, even I didn’t have a clue that Vishous was the son of the Scribe Virgin. It’s kind of like Boo or the coffins: When I see something really vividly, I put it in, in spite of the fact that I might not know what it has to do with anything.
It wasn’t until Lover Awakened—ish that it clicked: white light equals Scribe Virgin. V has white light. Therefore V equals Scribe Virgin. I thought it was a great twist, and I was so good about not blabbing about it on the message boards or at signings when my leaf (the one that keeps secrets inside) dropped. Frankly, once I tweaked to V’s lineage, I was surprised that no one else really caught the connection. (I think there might have been one or two speculations on the boards that got close, but I deflected them with lawyerly nonanswers.)
In Lover Unbound, V and his mom had a hard time relating, which, given what she’d kept from him and what she’d been complicit in subjecting him to, is understandable. But things worked out, and for a lot of people, their favorite scene in the book is the one at the end, where Vishous goes to see his mother:
“What have you brought?” [the Directrix] whispered.
“Little present. Nothing much.” He walked over to the white tree with the white blossoms and opened his hands. The parakeet leaped free and took to a branch as if it knew that was its home now.
The brilliant yellow bird shuffled up and down the pale arm of the tree, its little feet gripping and releasing, gripping and releasing. It pecked at a blossom, let out a trill . . . brought a foot up and pedaled its neck.
V put his hands on his hips and measured how much space there was between all the blossoms on all the branches. He was going to have to bring over a shitload of birds.
The Chosen’s voice was rife with emotion. “She gave them up for you.”
“Yeah. And I’m bringing her new ones.”
“But the sacrifice—”
“Has been made. What’s going on this tree is a gift.” He looked over his shoulder. “I’m going to fill it up whether she likes it or not. It’s her choice what she does with them.”
The Chosen’s eyes gleamed with gratitude. “She will keep them. And they will keep her from her solitude.”
V took a deep breath. “Yeah. Good. Because . . .”
He let the word drift, and the Chosen said gently, “You don’t have to say it.”
He cleared his throat. “So you’ll tell her they’re from me?”
“I won’t have to. Who else but her son would do such a kindness?”
Vishous glanced back at the lone yellow bird in the midst of the white tree. He pictured the branches filled once again.
“True,” he said.
—LOVER UNBOUND, pp. 501-502
The Scribe Virgin is not one of the most popular forces in the series. Personally, I respect her, and to see her giving up her one personal attachment (her birds) to balance the gift she gives her son (in the form of Jane coming back) really got to me. I’ve had people ask why she can’t