Notable Archer Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

I prodded Archer, hoping to spark some recognition in his memory. Archer walked out suddenly and dashed into another room. I followed, curious. He began rummaging through various items, his hands moving swiftly as he searched. I didn't ask what he was looking for, choosing instead to watch silently. Eventually, he started flipping through photographs. Some showed Archer with a strikingly handsome man and lady. At last, he exclaimed, "I finally found her. I've been trying to remember for so long, and now I know who she is."

He had his bowstring pulled taut, an oversized wooden arrow nocked and ready to fire at any moment. He had to be an archer. As the name suggested, he specialized in long-range assassinations, eliminating targets before they even knew what hit them. "Who are you?" Chase's voice was low and cautious. He could tell that this archer was highly skilled as his technique and arrow control were extraordinary. "Heh. Why don't you take a guess?" The bowman chuckled, his voice cold and eerie. Chase's eyes sharpened. He finally got a clear look at his attacker. He was a youth who was no older than 16. He had a broad, round face, giving him a harmless, childlike appearance.

The archer leaned forward to brace his momentum, then made one last swing with his body, smashing Ashvell through the window, throwing him outside the inn. The archer picked up his bow from the floor, and pulled an arrow from his quiver. He looked around the room and saw Bonnie trembling in the corner. Dismissing her, he nocked an arrow and took an aim at Cassana. He hesitated, remembering that the order was to bring her alive. Yet he went on ahead and released the string and its projectile flew towards her head.

“We need every hand ready. There is no room for hesitation when we march.” He bowed. “Understood.” I turned and walked across the yard, feeling the crunch of gravel beneath my boots. To one side, a group of archers stood in a loose line, each holding a shortbow. Their arms moved with practiced precision, drawing arrows and letting them fly into distant targets planted in the wall beyond. I recognized their Westwind wood arrows, they carried a faint golden glint, designed to blind the eye in bright daylight. “Captain Trell,” I said to the archer commander, young but hungry for victory. He stood ramrod straight, fletching arrows with care. “Your bowmen, how many can shoot true at a hundred pac

Archer smiled kissing her forehead . " Have you bought the game ? are we playing !!??" Arabelle asked . Dean nodded laughing and drinking his beer . " Do you wanna try any Arabelle ?" Caro asked . before Arabelle could speak Archer stopped His belle from taking the can . " No drinking for you " he said and she huffed drinking her fruit soda . " meanie " she said .

It wasn’t Xander but the other one, Archer. She had guessed right about the arrow. Archer had a silver bow in his hand. It was magnificent. There was a carving on it and at both tips a jewel. She saw his muscles flex as he raised the bow, leading her to believe it was heavy. Her eyes were stuck on the muscles between his shoulder blades as his arm pulled back and released, sending a white arrow into a ball that had been catapulted into the air. ***

The Archer fell, but more were right behind him. Jay swung his crossbow around, firing bolts with deadly accuracy, his expression calm and detached. Spence and Lizzy were armed and ready, fighting with a desperate ferocity. I gripped the dagger tightly, my heart pounding in my ears as I scanned the room for an opening. "Camilla, stay close to me!" Sharon ordered, firing another arrow. She was a blur of motion, her precision and determination awe-inspiring.

But now I know exactly what it must be going through, how can I just watch that guy take such a cute little rabbit away! Calm down, maybe Odysseus' archery is really bad... Ulysses took the bow and arrow provided by the stall, stood sideways, his back straight, his fingers pulling on the bowstring, his eyes calm and relaxed. "Inet, don't worry. Uli is the best archer among us noblemen and he always places in the hunting competitions every year." ...even more worried. Ah, but such small merchants and vendors usually play tricks with bows and arrows. Just bend them a little and they won't shoot straight. Vendor, you must be a crook!

Archer. Looking at the last picture hanging above the fireplace, Madison shivered. Perhaps she was imagining the coldness in those green eyes, based on what she had learned, but she didn’t think so. It seemed unlikely the third portrait was anyone but Catherine Archer. She had the same features, though more feminine, and slightly too-full lips as Tiernan. Her haughty gaze was frigid, though the brilliance of her emerald-green eyes should have lent some warmth by virtue of the normally warm shade.

Archer’s gaze flicked to the clock on the wall, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. A few minutes later, while he was still waiting, a man in formal evening wear appeared with a violin tucked under his chin. He began to play, soft, lilting notes drifting through the room. The melody was familiar, though Archer couldn’t quite place it—perhaps something he’d heard in passing before, just enough for a few notes to stick in his memory. And then Aria emerged.