David Baldacci Archer Series Novels & Stories

“Sorry if that sounds a little rude, but I was just surprised. You look young.” “Zarah!” My mom hisses a warning. She was looking at me with furrowed brows—the typical mother's look when her kid does something that she doesn’t like. Fortunately, Archer finds the situation so amusing that he starts to laugh, distracting my mother from me. “It’s fine, Mrs. Winters. I consider her comment a compliment.” He smile those pearly white teeth of his in my direction and I am suddenly mesmerized. “I skipped a few grades and training levels. My knowledge of demons and my skills as a hunter got me in the same year as your brother. If you’re wondering, I’m at least a year older than you.”

“I shall be gone, then. Tell Anselm that we shall meet him in Father’s chambers shortly.” ARCHER heard the loud giggling of his sister Agatha as he knocked on the oak door of her chambers. “Agatha? Madeleine? It is I, Archer. I need to speak with the both of you.” The heavy door opened, revealing a grinning Princess Agatha. She was a lively, fierce one: always high-spirited, but at the moment, she took one look at his grim expression, and her grin dropped. She stood up straighter, her usually mischievous eyes somber.

JASPER I shuffled my hand through the cold congealed lasagna. Fully used to it and ones far more worse than this, I ought to have finished it but not when my mind was going through a tough time of indecision. “Hand it over in case you’re too emotionally down to eat. I shall finish it up for you, the pleasure is mine.” My eyes tore across the cell, and there he was, flashing his blackened tooth at me. Archer is a bastard. He toys with me without fail even though he knew I was always fully ready to beat him to stupor like every other time.

"He just put it in a drawer until he was ready to use it as a weapon. The hacker who hit us in the hills—Uncle Francis—he wasn't working alone. He was using Danielson’s infrastructure. But Danielson isn't an engineer who wants to balance an old ledger. He’s an apex predator. He let Francis break our perimeter so he could see how we’d scatter." The door to the dining room swung open, its heavy iron hinges groaning against the humidity. Elena stood in the frame, her hair dark with rain, a short-barreled Remington 870 shotgun held slung across her chest by a black tactical webbing strap. Her face was gray, her lips compressed into a hard line that looked exactly like her father's promotional po

This might do since he was just wearing black pants and a designer brand white sweater with a metal pendant on his neck. "Good evening, Sir Archer." The waitress greeted. "This way, Sir." I grimaced when I realized he must come here frequently because he addressed the waitress by her first name. We even came to a halt when he was called from a nearby table. His attention shifted and he smiled at the lovely lady. I recognized her as a model, so I assumed she was one. He even approached their table and kissed their cheeks as he greeted them. "What is he? A running President?"