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“The main hallway of the Sternwood place was two stories high. Over the entrance doors, which would have let in a troop of Indian elephants, there was a broad stained-glass panel showing a knight in dark armor rescuing a lady who was tied to a tree and didn’t have any clothes on but some very long and convenient hair. The knight had pushed the vizor of his helmet back to be sociable, and he was fiddling with the knots on the ropes that tied the lady to the tree and not getting anywhere. I stood there and thought that if I lived in the house, I would sooner or later have to climb up there and help him. He didn’t seem to be really trying.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Big Sleep

“How many games had Cassian played as a child with Rhys an Azriel, where a long stick had been a stand-in for Gwydion? How many adventures had they imagined, sharing that mythical sword between them as they slew wyrms and rescued damsels?

Never mind that Rhys's particular damsel had slain a wyrm herself and rescued him instead.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“They’ve been lying from the start. From the first time we read the words ‘once upon a time,â€� we’re fed the idea that these girls—these gorgeous, demure, singing-with-the-wildlife girls—get a happy ending. And I get it. Poor thing had to do some chores around the house, fine. But the idea that she needs a magic old lady to come down and skim off the dirt so the prince will see her beauty? That’s ridiculous. Maybe she should have been working on her lockpicking skills instead of serenading squirrels. She could have busted out, hitched a ride to the castle, and impressed the prince with her safe-cracking prowess. Sorry, magic-fairy lady. She didn’t need your help.”
― Kelsey Macke, Damsel Distressed

“Damsels were women unable to do anything more complicated than get themselves captured by overgrown lizards with virgin fetishes.”
― S.E. Zbasnik, The King's Blood

“Blake jumped down and swept me into his arms. “Damsel rescued,â€� he winked.

“I needed the rescue!� Tristan limped past rubble, an arm around Heather who was gagging over the twitching demon carcasses.

“Another damsel!� Blake cradled me in one arm and opened the other to Heather. “There’s room for you too, gorgeous.�

“What about me?!� Tristan snapped.

“Dude, you’re cute, but not my type.”
― A. Kirk, Demons in Disguise

“Hey, big guy.â€� After a moment, he said,

“Babe?� He blinked and sat up, making the gurney squeak and groan. “Guys? What’d I miss?� A better family life? Your mom and sister? The kind of great dad you deserved? I wanted to say all of that, but I didn’t.

I swallowed and had to blink back a few tears. “You’re my knight in shining armor.â€� I hugged him hard. “You saved the damsel. Now it’s my turn.â€� I hugged him again.”
― A. Kirk, Demons in Disguise