Even back in 2007 when I first jotted ideas for this story, I knew Victor had a riding crop that was very important to him.
Why a riding crop in particular? It’s not like he’s a jockey, nor is this a historical. So why would a man have a riding crop, other than the stereotypical reasons? (Yeah, he uses it like that, too — he’s a sadist after all.)
I got the answer last night. I’d just gone to bed and I was sooo sleepy, so I was afraid I’d forget it this morning. Thankfully, I did not. I guess it was too magical. Not that this little tidbit is so amazing — it’s not, just an item of his backstory. But the process becomes magical. I love to figure out how or why one little seemingly innocent item can suddenly carry so much value and emotion.
Victor wants to write me a letter explaining all this good stuff. Once I get an important item like this for Shiloh, I think I may be in a position to write the full outline. I have to get the backstory right first before I can hope to write the main story — it makes it so much easier to torment them.
Gregar has his ivory rahke; Victor has his riding crop. For both characters, it’s a symbol of their most secret heart’s desire, and their greatest fear of all.