Non-Actionable Puffery

Trapped on the crumbling Eye of Palpatine warship, a grievously injured Luke Skywalker is forced to navigate an experimental training course managed by a sadistic, strangely human AI intent on carrying out its top-secret mission ... all in the name of science, of course.

Two years after the Empire's birth, Imperial forces led by Darth Vader devastated the Arda system. A few hundred Quendi fled the system's takeover. Among them is Maglor Fëanorian, the lone survivor of his Jedi-trained House. He has spent the past three years hiding in plain sight as a singer for a starliner cruise company. Now he is about to strike off on his own as an independent cargo pilot, unsure of what the future will bring him.

Jack O'Neill runs into the weirdest snake he's ever met, and that's saying something. Obi-Wan just wants to get his people home.

Ever since Carlos was little, he and his daemon have been fans of Dr. Lyra Belacqua. Both as the most groundbreaking experimental theologian of the 20th century, and as the heroine of dozens of fantasy-adventure children's stories (based very loosely on her own mysterious childhood).

But Lyra's true legacy is still bigger than Carlos ever imagined...until he took a team of scholars to study Rusakov particles in the most theologically interesting community in Hispania Nova. Now his own day-to-day life is full of things like angels, witches, hooded spectres, portals between worlds, vague yet menacing branches of the Magisterium, and a man who walks around without his daemon and can read an alethiometer as easily as a stop sign.

There are a few things that Carlos may have neglected to tell Cecil.

Like his last name.

Or how he hasn’t actually dated anyone since his junior year of high school.

Or that he’s a wizard of the White Council and the regional commander of Wardens in the western United States and not, in fact, a scientist.

You know. Minor details.

Lan Jingyi likes to think he's fairly clever and observant. He's a Lan disciple, after all, and one of the more skilled ones! He's also, unfortunately for a cultivator, rather scared of ghosts. Now if only his friends would listen to him when he warns them about the newest addition to his group...

Or, Xie Lian takes a little vacation, certain important biographical facts are omitted, and Wen Ning makes a friend.

"Gege," San Lang calls, his voice oddly strained. He isn't looking at Xie Lian's face, his eyes instead fixed pointedly over his shoulder. "You remember me?"

Xie Lian takes a few tentative steps closer. "Of course," he says cautiously. "How could I forget San Lang so easily?"

"But you said," he croaks, and then stops to clear his throat. He shakes his head, and then quickly walks over to meet Xie Lian halfway. "Gege," he whispers. "You said it wasn't happening to you."

"I said what wasn't happening?" he asks, matching San Lang's volume.

"Today," San Lang says, finally meeting his eyes. "Haven't you lived it before?"

Featuring: a thrice-sealed coffin, an extravagant parade, and too many osmanthus cakes.

Maedhros wakes up again, on the first morning of the Nirnaeth Arnoediad.

Of course, nobody calls it that. For them, it hasn't happened yet.