Archer's Voice Quotes Novels & Stories

Others whispered prayers. I spoke low. Steady. Steel in my spine. Fire in my chest. “Archers,” I said, lifting my voice just enough to cut through the ash-thick air. “Ready your magic-tipped arrows. Aim for the wraiths. They’re the front line. We break their fog, we break their cover.” They snapped into motion, suddenly alive again, the sound of quivers drawn and arrows notched like a symphony of war.

“I can handle myself.” Archer tilted his head a little, like he was studying me. His wet hair fell slightly into his eyes, and for a second, he didn’t say anything. His gaze dropped—just for a moment—to my lips before he looked back at me again. His eyes were darker up close, like melted chocolate but sharper somehow. “Yeah,” he said finally, his voice low and steady, with that lazy kind of confidence he always seemed to have. “But I didn’t like how he was looking at you.”

"Significantly better. People usually want to know why." "I assumed you wanted good work in return." "That's a very sensible answer." "Thank you, Your Majesty." "I didn't say it was true." She looked up. Met his eyes for half a second before she looked back down at the bed. He smiled. Not the warm version. The other one. The one that said he'd just gotten exactly what he was looking for. Brother. Archer's voice came through the mindlink, casual as anything. The hunter girl watched me the whole time i was fucking Lilith. Didn't move. Didn't breathe. Just stood there and stared.

Those bloodshot eyes are the eyes of the Archer who is losing control of his own body and emotions—his condition is striking him once more. "I can't even hurt Bryon or curse at Dad even when I'm furious, so how come I can do to Kaye the things you're accusing me of? Before you accuse me of being a liar, be sure your source is reliable and conveying the truth." Archer spit on the ground, then sighed loudly while messing up his hair. For a brief moment, I was afraid that our neighbors would open their doors because of his loudness.

I couldn’t afford to mess up. “I believe in you.” Archer spoke within my mind, giving me a new sense of strength, I didn’t have before.

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Ronald Jefferson: "Archer, do you have any conscience left? Could you please stop showing off everywhere!" Anson: "Archer, do you have any conscience left? Could you please stop showing off everywhere!" Aaron: “Archer, do you have any conscience left? Could you please stop showing off everywhere!" Wesley Garner: "?" Anson: "Hey above, Ronald, can you please get in line! Archer, do you have any conscience left? Could you please stop showing off everywhere!"

"Archers, don't waste arrows. Get into shooting positions and shoot only when instructed!" The archers replied in a single sentence: "Understood."

Archer said as he shook his head, handing me the glass of liquor. "Their perfumes sucks." I reasoned out. I just don't really like them. "Come on, we're getting old, get a girlfriend at least." "Don't wanna." "Then, want me to be your boyfriend?" he joke and I gave him a blank reaction. "I'm just kidding, I just wanna make you laugh." "That's not even funny." "Can you sugarcoat the sentences coming out from your mouth? It's hurting me already!"