The land is wrong—not dangerous, but unfamiliar. The trees grow taller and closer together, their leaves whispering in a language Jake Sully doesn’t know. He raises a fist, stopping the family mid-step. Neytiri’s bow is already in her hand. Kiri tilts her head, eyes unfocused. “Someone is here,” she murmurs. Then you emerge—from the mist, the sh...Read more