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Overview

The Fourth Edition is again based on Robert Kimbrough’s meticulously re-edited text.
Missing words have been restored and the entire novel has been repunctuated in accordance with Conrad’s style. The result is the first published version of Heart of Darkness that allows readers to hear Marlow’s voice as Conrad heard it when he wrote the story. "Backgrounds and Contexts" provides readers with a generous collection of maps and photographs that bring the Belgian Congo to life. Textual materials, topically arranged, address nineteenth-century views of imperialism and racism and include autobiographical writings by Conrad on his life in the Congo. New to the Fourth Edition is an excerpt from Adam Hochschild’s recent book, King Leopold’s Ghost, as well as writings on race by Hegel, Darwin, and Galton. "Criticism" includes a wealth of new materials, including nine contemporary reviews and assessments of Conrad and Heart of Darkness and twelve recent essays by Chinua Achebe, Peter Brooks, Daphne Erdinast-Vulcan, Edward Said, and Paul B. Armstrong, among others. Also new to this edition is a section of writings on the connections between Heart of Darkness and the film Apocalypse Now by Louis K. Greiff, Margot Norris, and Lynda J. Dryden. A Chronology and Selected Bibliography are also included.

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What People Are Saying

Joyce Carol Oates
One of the great, if troubling, visionary works of Western civilization.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780393926361
  • Publisher: Norton, W. W. & Company, Inc.
  • Publication date: 12/13/2005
  • Series: Norton Critical Editions Series
  • Edition description: Fourth Edition
  • Edition number: 4
  • Pages: 544
  • Sales rank: 59,452
  • Product dimensions: 5.20 (w) x 8.40 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Joseph Conrad

Paul B. Armstrong is Dean of the College and Professor of English at Brown University. He is the author of Play and the Politics of Reading: The Social Uses of Modernist Form, Conflicting Readings: Variety and Validity in Interpretation, The Challenge of Bewilderment: Understanding and Representation in James, Conrad, and Ford and The Phenomenology of Henry James. He is the editor of the Norton Critical Edition of E.M. Forster’s Howards End.

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    1. Also Known As:
      Jósef Teodor Konrad Walecz Korzeniowski (real name)
    1. Date of Birth:
      December 3, 1857
    2. Place of Birth:
      Berdiczew, Podolia, Russia
    1. Date of Death:
      August 3, 1924
    2. Place of Death:
      Bishopsbourne, Kent, England

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The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest. The flood had made, the wind was nearly calm, and being bound down the river, the only thing for it was to come to and wait for the turn of the tide.

The sea-reach of the Thames stretched before us like the beginning of an interminable waterway. In the offing the sea and the sky were welded together without a joint, and in the luminous space the tanned sails of the barges drifting up with the tide seemed to stand still in red clusters of canvas sharply peaked, with gleams of varnished sprits. A haze rested on the low shores that ran out to sea in vanishing flatness. The air was dark above Gravesend, and farther back still seemed condensed into a mournful gloom, brooding motionless over the biggest, and the greatest, town on earth.

The Director of Companies was our captain and our host. We four affectionately watched his back as he stood in the bows looking to seaward. On the whole river there was nothing that looked half so nautical. He resembled a pilot, which to a seaman is trustworthiness personified. It was difficult to realize his work was not out there in the luminous estuary, but behind him, within the brooding gloom.
Between us there was, as I have already said somewhere, the bond of the sea. Besides holding our hearts together through long periods of separation, it had the effect of making us tolerant of each other's yarns--and even convictions. The Lawyer--the best of old fellows&mdashhad, because of his many years and many virtues, the only cushion on deck, and was lying on the only rug. The Accountant had brought out already a box of dominoes, and wastoying architecturally with the bones. Marlow sat cross-legged right aft, leaning against the mizzen-mast. He had sunken cheeks, a yellow complexion, a straight back, an ascetic aspect, and, with his arms dropped, the palms of hands outwards, resembled an idol. The Director, satisfied the anchor had good hold, made his way aft and sat down amongst us. We exchanged a few words lazily. Afterwards there was silence on board the yacht. For some reason or other we did not begin that game of dominoes. We felt meditative, and fit for nothing but placid staring. The day was ending in a serenity of still and exquisite brilliance. The water shone pacifically; the sky, without a speck, was a benign immensity of unstained light; the very mist on the Essex marshes was like a gauzy and radiant fabric, hung from the wooded rises inland, and draping the low shores in diaphanous folds. Only the gloom to the west, brooding over the upper reaches, became more sombre every minute, as if angered by the approach of the sun.

And at last, in its curved and imperceptible fall, the sun sank low, and from glowing white changed to a dull red without rays and without heat, as if about to go out suddenly, stricken to death by the touch of that gloom brooding over a crowd of men.

Forthwith a change came over the waters, and the serenity became less brilliant but more profound. The old river in its broad reach rested unruffled at the decline of day, after ages of good service done to the race that peopled its banks, spread out in the tranquil dignity of a waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth. We looked at the venerable stream not in the vivid flush of a short day that comes and departs for ever, but in the august light of abiding memories. And indeed nothing is easier for a man who has, as the phrase goes, 'followed the sea' with reverence and affection, than to evoke the great spirit of the past upon the lower reaches of the Thames. The tidal current runs to and fro in its unceasing service, crowded with memories of men and ships it had borne to the rest of home or to the battles of the sea. It had known and served all the men of whom the nation is proud, from Sir Francis Drake to Sir John Franklin, knights all, titled and untitled--the great knights-errant of the sea. It had borne all the ships whose names are like jewels flashing in the night of time, from the Golden Hind returning with her round flanks full of treasure, to be visited by the Queen's Highness and thus pass out of the gigantic tale, to the Erebus and Terror, bound on other conquests--and that never returned. It had known the ships and the men. They had sailed from Deptford, from Greenwich, from Erith--the adventurers and the settlers; kings' ships and the ships of men on 'Change; captains, admirals, the dark 'interlopers' of the Eastern trade, and the commissioned 'generals' of East India fleets. Hunters for gold or pursuers of fame, they all had gone out on that stream, bearing the sword, and often the torch, messengers of the might within the land, bearers of a spark from the sacred fire. What greatness had not floated on the ebb of that river into the mystery of an unknown earth! . . . The dreams of men, the seed of commonwealths, the germs of empires.

The sun set; the dusk fell on the stream, and lights began to appear along the shore. The Chapman lighthouse, a three-legged thing erect on a mud-flat, shone strongly. Lights of ships moved in the fairway&mdasha great stir of lights going up and going down. And farther west on the upper reaches the place of the monstrous town was still marked ominously on the sky, a brooding gloom in sunshine, a lurid glare under the stars.

'And this also,' said Marlow suddenly, 'has been one of the dark places of the earth.'

He was the only man of us who still 'followed the sea.' The worst that could be said of him was that he did not represent his class. He was a seaman, but he was a wanderer, too, while most seamen lead, if one may so express it, a sedentary life. Their minds are of the stay-at-home order, and their home is always with them--the ship; and so is their country--the sea. One ship is very much like another, and the sea is always the same. In the immutability of their surroundings the foreign shores, the foreign faces, the changing immensity of life, glide past, veiled not by a sense of mystery but by a slightly disdainful ignorance; for there is nothing mysterious to a seaman unless it be the sea itself, which is the mistress of his existence and as inscrutable as Destiny. For the rest, after his hours of work, a casual stroll or a casual spree on shore suffices to unfold for him the secret of a whole continent, and generally he finds the secret not worth knowing. The yarns of seamen have a direct simplicity, the whole meaning of which lies within the shell of a cracked nut. But Marlow was not typical (if his propensity to spin yarns be excepted), and to him the meaning of an episode was not inside like a kernel but outside, enveloping the tale which brought it out only as a glow brings out a haze, in the likeness of one of these misty halos that sometimes are made visible by the spectral illumination of moonshine.

His remark did not seem at all surprising. It was just like Marlow. It was accepted in silence. No one took the trouble to grunt even; and presently he said, very slow--

'I was thinking of very old times, when the Romans first came here, nineteen hundred years ago--the other day . . . Light came out of this river since--you say Knights? Yes; but it is like a running blaze on a plain, like a flash of lightning in the clouds. We live in the flicker--may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling! But darkness was here yesterday. Imagine the feelings of a commander of a fine--what d'ye call 'em?--trireme in the Mediterranean, ordered suddenly to the north; run overland across the Gauls in a hurry; put in charge of one of these craft the legionaries--a wonderful lot of handy men they must have been, too--used to build, apparently by the hundred, in a month or two, if we may believe what we read. Imagine him here--the very end of the world, a sea the colour of lead, a sky the colour of smoke, a kind of ship about as rigid as a concertina&mdashand going up this river with stores, or orders, or what you like. Sand-banks, marshes, forests, savages,--precious little to eat fit for a civilized man, nothing but Thames water to drink. No Falernian wine here, no going ashore. Here and there a military camp lost in a wilderness, like a needle in a bundle of hay--cold, fog, tempests, disease, exile, and death--death skulking in the air, in the water, in the bush. They must have been dying like flies here. Oh, yes--he did it. Did it very well, too, no doubt, and without thinking much about it either, except afterwards to brag of what he had done through his time, perhaps. They were men enough to face the darkness. And perhaps he was cheered by keeping his eye on a chance of promotion to the fleet at Ravenna by-and-by, if he had good friends in Rome and survived the awful climate. Or think of a decent young citizen in a toga--perhaps too much dice, you know--coming out here in the train of some prefect, or tax-gatherer, or trader even, to mend his fortunes. Land in a swamp, march through the woods, and in some inland post feel the savagery, the utter savagery, had closed round him,--hall that mysterious life of the wilderness that stirs in the forest, in the jungles, in the hearts of wild men. There's no initiation either into such mysteries. He has to live in the midst of the incomprehensible, which is also detestable. And it has a fascination, too, that goes to work upon him. The fascination of the abomination--you know, imagine the growing regrets, the longing to escape, the powerless disgust, the surrender, the hate.'

He paused.

'Mind,' he began again, lifting one arm from the elbow, the palm of the hand outwards, so that, with his legs folded before him, he had the pose of a Buddha preaching in European clothes and without a lotus-flower--'Mind, none of us would feel exactly like this. What saves us is efficiency--the devotion to efficiency. But these chaps were not much account, really. They were no colonists; their administration was merely a squeeze, and nothing more, I suspect. They were conquerors, and for that you want only brute force--nothing to boast of, when you have it, since your strength is just an accident arising from the weakness of others. They grabbed what they could get for the sake of what was to be got. It was just robbery with violence, aggravated murder on a great scale, and men going at it blind'as is very proper for those who tackle a darkness. The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much. What redeems it is the idea only. An idea at the back of it; not a sentimental pretence but an idea; and an unselfish belief in the idea--something you can set up, and bow down before, and offer a sacrifice to . . .'

He broke off. Flames glided in the river, small green flames, red flames, white flames, pursuing, overtaking, joining, crossing each other--then separating slowly or hastily. The traffic of the great city went on in the deepening night upon the sleepless river. We looked on, waiting patiently--there was nothing else to do till the end of the flood; but it was only after a long silence, when he said, in a hesitating voice, 'I suppose you fellows remember I did once turn fresh-water sailor for a bit,' that we knew we were fated, before the ebb began to run, to hear about one of Marlow's inconclusive experiences.

'I don't want to bother you much with what happened to me personally,' he began, showing in this remark the weakness of many tellers of tales who seem so often unaware of what their audience would best like to hear; 'yet to understand the effect of it on me you ought to know how I got out there, what I saw, how I went up that river to the place where I first met the poor chap. It was the farthest point of navigation and the culminating point of my experience. It seemed somehow to throw a kind of light on everything about me--and into my thoughts. It was sombre enough, too--and pitiful--not extraordinary in any way--not very clear either. No, not very clear. And yet it seemed to throw a kind of light.

'I had then, as you remember, just returned to London after a lot of Indian Ocean, Pacific, China Seas--a regular dose of the East--six years or so, and I was loafing about, hindering you fellows in your work and invading your homes, just as though I had got a heavenly mission to civilize you. It was very fine for a time, but after a bit I did get tired of resting. Then I began to look for a ship--I should think the hardest work on earth. But the ships wouldn't even look at me. And I got tired of that game, too.

'Now when I was a little chap I had a passion for maps. I would look for hours at South America, or Africa, or Australia, and lose myself in all the glories of exploration. At that time there were many blank spaces on the earth, and when I saw one that looked particularly inviting on a map (but they all look that) I would put my finger on it and say, When I grow up I will go there. The North Pole was one of these places, I remember. Well, I haven't been there yet, and shall not try now. The glamour's off. Other places were scattered about the Equator, and in every sort of latitude all over the two hemispheres. I have been in some of them, and . . . well, we won't talk about that. But there was one yet--the biggest, the most blank, so to speak--that I had a hankering after.

'True, by this time it was not a blank space any more. It had got filled since my boyhood with rivers and lakes and names. It had ceased to be a blank space of delightful mystery--a white patch for a boy to dream gloriously over. It had become a place of darkness. But there was in it one river especially, a mighty big river, that you could see on the map, resembling an immense snake uncoiled, with its head in the sea, its body at rest curving afar over a vast country, and its tail lost in the depths of the land. And as I looked at the map of it in a shop-window, it fascinated me as a snake would a bird--a silly little bird. Then I remembered there was a big concern, a Company for trade on that river. Dash it all! I thought to myself, they can't trade without using some kind of craft on that lot of fresh water--steamboats! Why shouldn't I try to get charge of one? I went on along Fleet Street, but could not shake off the idea. The snake had charmed me.
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Table of Contents

About the Series
About This Volume
Introduction: Biographical and Historical Contexts 3
The Complete Text 17
A Critical History of Heart of Darkness 99
Reader-Response Criticism and Heart of Darkness 115
A Reader-Response Perspective: Heart of Darkness and the Politics of Displacement 131
Feminist and Gender Criticism and Heart of Darkness 148
A Feminist and Gender Perspective: "Too Beautiful Altogether": Ideologies of Gender and Empire in Heart of Darkness 169
Deconstruction and Heart of Darkness 185
A Deconstructive Perspective: Heart of Darkness Revisited 206
The New Historicism and Heart of Darkness 221
A New Historicist Perspective: Preserving and Keeping Order by Killing Time in Heart of Darkness 239
Cultural Criticism and Heart of Darkness 258
A Cultural Perspective: Heart of Darkness: Anti-Imperialism, Racism, or Impressionism? 277
Glossary of Critical and Theoretical Terms 299
About the Contributors 313
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  • Posted June 15, 2009

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    Didn't grab my heart

    I'm somewhat torn. The English Major in me would really like to give this book a higher rating. The reader in me has a hard time doing so.

    I thought that approaching it a second time as a seasoned English Major would result in a better perspective. Admittedly, I think I got more out of the plot this time and see much more depth and symbolism in the book...but I still found myself struggling to stay awake at times.

    What's sad is that this is not necessarily a slow paced or boring book. It's filled with exploration, political intrigue, violent deaths, savage attacks and other moments of suspense and tension. And yet, it is also filled with lengthy monologues on the nature of man and the perspectives of our narrator Marlow (who is actually a secondary narrator if you want to get technical, since he's telling the story to an unnamed narrator who appears very little in the book at all...a very strange setup).

    The craft or structure of this novel is intriguing and I suspect is a large reason why this is such a classic. As I mentioned briefly above, the narrative style is a little different. The "official" narrator of the book is an unnamed man sitting on a boat. However, the meat of the story is actually told by another man on the boat (Marlow) who is actually telling this story to our unnamed narrator. There are also segments where Marlow is re-telling something someone else said to him or something he read, thus leaving us three or four times removed from the actual events of the story. His spoken narrative is also sometimes a little disjointed and sometimes conversational as though he's lost his train of thought while telling the story or he's distracted or interrupted by something or someone on the ship with our actual narrator.

    The book is full of symbolism and allusion. It can definitely be taken as a commentary on many different aspects of Africa, colonialism, Imperialism, savagery, humanity, principles, beliefs, truths, and many other high level themes. However, the book doesn't seem to come up with any concrete answers about any of these and even leaves us in the darkness as to exactly which commentary we should be paying attention to. Truly, many social commentaries leave off just short of prescribing a plan of action, but they generally make their arguments fairly clear. In the case of Heart of Darkness, I feel like I came away more muddled than when I began. Yes, I acknowledge that oppression of so-called savages is not to be condoned, but I knew that ahead of time...and honestly, I'm not entirely sure that oppression is the core meaning of the novel.

    I appreciate that this novel has depth to it that I don't understand. It's definitely a difficult novel that's hard to truly access. It's high level plot and themes are intriguing, but I don't feel that they stand well enough on their own to warrant an outrageous following. In order to truly appreciate this book, I feel that it requires very in-depth study and discussion of weeks or months. Maybe I'm just looking for too much, and if that's the case, then my view of the book goes down even more. Maybe I'm just obtuse and missing the point, which means my review is unfortunately lower than it should be.

    Whatever the reason, I don't love this novel and don't anticipate reading it again. If somebody else reads it and loves it and wants to discuss it with me and turn me around, I'd gladly open a discussion, but for now, I stick by my rating.

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  • Posted January 7, 2010

    Hear of Darkness

    The book to me was okay. I mean if you like a book that sounds like a poem all the way threw it then it's probably going to be a book for you. Other than that the book was good. I like the story of a man who is trying to get a job but ends up fighting for his life. When I first read the title Heart Of Darkness I thought it was going to be about something totally different. But see surprise can be a good thing and in this case it was.

    but one thing about the book i liked was that i couldn't really connect with the book. because alot of books i read i can. so maybe it was the fact that i chose a book i dont' usually read to read instead.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 10, 2012

    Dream-Like and Brutal

    This is probably one of the best novels I have read, and its place in the English canon is well deserved. I don't agree with the Achebe line of criticism. Even setting aside the question of Conrad's personal beliefs, which don't necessarily accord with Achebe's assesment, I think it's hard to argue that the book is anything but negative on the European, colonialist outlook. It is true that you could read and celebrate the brutality and dehumanization of the Africans herein, but to do that you would have to overlook a lot of the text. Obviously not at all coincidentally, it would be similar to but more willfully ignorant than people taking Apocalypse Now as a pro-war movie. On that note, I strongly look forward to the movie or book that, much like Coppola did for Vietnam, presents an explicit adaptation of this book to American brutality, exploitation, and imperialism in Afghanistan and Iraq. I think this book should be taught in more high schools so that more people are exposed to its commentary on those kinds of affronts.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 30, 2007

    heart of darkness? more like heart of boredom...

    After reading the first chapter of Heart of Darkness, I was left half-asleep, bored, and confused. I had predicted that I would grow to love the book and that Conrad¿s intense way of putting things would help me become a more analytical reader, but honestly as I continued to read the book, the more uninterested and baffled I became. The book followed a story set in Africa, on a river labeled the Congo. The story is recollected by a sea captain named Marlow, who told the story while on a ship in the Thames River. Marlow went to Africa to take command of a ship that was responsible for transporting ivory. He discovered some insane stuff in Africa stuff that changed his life. He befriended cannibals, obsessed over a man, had his ship sunk by his own boss, watched a newfound friend get stabbed through the chest then killed, and he even went a little crazy. Sounds like fun right? Wrong. Like I stated earlier, the story is dull and hard to read. The novel is also filled with much futility, and I think that¿s one of the main reasons that I loathed it so terribly much. For example, Marlow obsessed over meeting Kurtz, an agent for the company who collected more ivory than all the others combined. Marlow¿s consumed with desire to meet Kurtz, because he is convinced that they are alike. Not only does he find out that Kurtz is horrible, but Kurtz died almost right after we met him. Another thing that happened in vain, was them blowing up a hill for absolutely no reason. It was basically just busy work to keep the slaves active. Everyone is entitled to their own opinions, and everybody has different ideas on what is pointless and what isn¿t. When it comes to my opinion on the book, straight up I will tell you that I hate it and it¿s horrible and I wish this torture upon no one. But hey, somebody out there might actually enjoy the story so the best way to find out if it¿s the right book for you or not, would be to pick up the narrative and ignore my views on it and form your own opinion. Have fun!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 27, 2002

    The Horror! The Horror!

    A moral journey and an account of how lust for power overpowered one man's soul, heart of darkness is without a doubt one of the greatest stories ever written. Conrad has a command over words similar to Joyce, and some passages are so poetic they make you gasp. This is especially amazing considering English was his third language! Not only is it thought-provoking and meaningful as a parable, but it is also an absorbing read strictly as an adventure story. The most common complaint I've heard about this book is its wordiness. However, in my opinion no extraneous words are included, every one contributes to the nightmare-like atmosphere. If you want succinct writing that says nothing, give up and read Hemingway. If you can't understand this, you shouldn't be criticizing it. That said, this is a truly great book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 12, 2000

    Good Storytelling

    I felt I was sitting across from Marlow, who is telling the story of his experience in the Congo. This novel is different from most in that it is written so that the reader is listening to someone's story related rather than the reader feeling s/he is there as the story happens. The style matches that of someone telling you his experience as you listen. This makes the style somewhat choppy and sometimes confusing as to who is speaking, the narrator or another character. Nonetheless, I found myself gripped by the tale. I read the book in one sitting.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 23, 2015

    Midna's bio updated

    Name : Midna<p>Gender : &female<p>Age : 23<p>Species : 75% twilight elf 25% dragon<p>Rank : queen of twilight<p>Looks : long black, waist length hair with streaks of turquoise. Turquoise eyes with a white cat-like pupil which gives away the fact that she is part dragon. Her skin is a silvery color. She wears a tight fitting black jumpsuit that has no sleeves and a turquoise collar. She has tight fitting black ankle boots that have a 3 inch heel. She hasa black armband on the upper part of her arms. She stands at 5'3 and is very slender. She has long fingers. When she is in dragon form, she has black scales and turquoise wing membranes. Her claws, spikes, and horns are turquoise.<p>Crush : Eragon<p>Current Relationship : Eragon<p>Kids : Zelda(dirty blonde hair that is always braided and blue eyes, &female, forced), Rift(spiky black hair and blue eyes, &male), and Hylia(light brown hair and green eyes, &female)<p>Personality : sharp tounge, kind of prickly sometimes<p>Family : Moon(mother; deceased), James(father; deceased), Rift(brother; unknown where he is), Zelda(daughter), Rift#2(son), Hylia(daughter)<p>Weapons : magic, bow and arrows, a rapier, daggers, claws, wings, tail, teeth, dark magic<p>Abilities : can use magic, can use dark magic, can control darkness and twilight, can create eternal twilight if angered, can turn into a dragon<p>Friends : Eragon, Zach<p>Enemies : Ganondorf<p>Dragon : ...<p>Dragon-Crush : none yet...Likes : darkness, twilight, nighttime, Eragon<p>Dislikes : bright things<p>History : don't ask<p>Siggy :<br>Q&upsilon&epsilon&epsilon&eta M&iota&delta&eta&alpha &sigma&fnof &tau<_>h&epsilon &tau&omega&iota<_>l&iota<_>gh&tau &real&epsilon&alpha<_>lm<p>Theme Song : Dark Horse by Katie Perry and All about that base by Meghan Trainer<p>Other : ask<p>&nbsp;<p> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Midna&#9830<p>&nbsp;<p>&nbsp;<p>Name : Sunny Luna<p>Name she goes by : Sunny or Luna<p>Gender : &female<p>Age : 39 years<p>Species : Nightwing-Sandwing-Seawing hybrid<p>Rank : ...<p>Looks : body build of a Sandwing. Turquoise scales. Black horns and claws. Violet eyes. Poison tipped tail. Scattered silver scales on underside of wings. Legs fade to silver towards the talons. Talons are all silver. Wingspan of 90 feet and height of 15 feet.<p>Crush : Firnen...<p>Mate : ...<p>Dragonets : ...<p>Personality : meet me<p>Weapons : fire, wings, tail, poison, claws, fangs, spikes, head, horns<p>Abilities : can read minds, breathe fire, poison enemies with tail, can breathe underwater<p>Likes : fish, heat, swimming, desert, sun<p>Dislikes : cold<p>History : don't ask<p>Siggy : &#9788 S&upsilon&eta&eta&gamma &#10023 L&upsilon&eta&alpha &#9788<p>Theme Song : Your lips are moving by Meghan Trainer<p>Other : ask!<p>&nbsp;<p> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Sunny Luna&#9788

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 23, 2015

    Tsunami's Bio

    Name: Tsunami<p>
    Gender: (&female)<p>
    Species: A Blue Typhoonerang dragon from How to Train Your Dragon.<p>
    Age: 40 years (dragonet)<p>
    Looks: Look up 'httyd typhoonerang' on Google Images. Her body scales are a sea blue, and her belly scales are a pearly white. Bright orange eyes with black cat pupils. There are two black backward-curving horns on the back of her head. Her wings are very big compared to her body, and their membranes are the same color as her body scales. Long, whiplike tail.10 feet long from front talon to tailtip, 4 ft tall, and a wingspan of 19 feet.<p>
    Personality: Cheerful and curious. She is always nosing around in everything and often gets into trouble. Is a big-time pest. She turns into a wild demon in a fight, though.<p>
    History: I'm a dragonet! I have no history!<p>
    Crush: <p>
    Mate: Are you kidding me?!<p>
    Dragonets: Dragonets don't have dragonets...<p>
    Parents & Family: Unknown. Since she came, she sticks around with Saphira most of the time.<p>
    Weapons: Teeth, horns, claws, tail. She is not quite old enough to breathe fire yet.<p>
    Likes: Forests, water, just about any type of fish, chasing people and other dragons, nosing around, being a pest.<p>
    Dislikes: Plains, napping, confinement, depressed people & dragons, stiff people & dragons, eels.<p>
    Other: Go and find out.<p>
    - &star Tsun&alpha<_>m&iota &star.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 20, 2015

    ♦ S&tau&sigma&pi<_>m's &beta&iota&sigma ♦

    Full Name : Stormbringer<p>Name she goes by : Storm<p>Gender : &female<p>Age : 300 years<p>Species : Icewing, Rainwing, Skrill, Mountain dragon hybrid<p>Rank : captain of the Wonderbolts and heir to the throne<p>Looks : scales shift color with very strong emotions. But scales are normly light grey with whiteish-yellow lightning bolts on her sides. When she is in battle, her scales turn very dark grey. Her eyes are electric blue. Her pupils are like a cat's pupil. She has the body build of a mountain dragon(see the cover of the book: dragonart {l think it has beginners included with it in the title}). She has a mane of icicle-like horns on the back of her neck that are stormy blue. She has five toes on each talon and a claw on the end of each one. She has a forked tounge like a snake and it is black. She stands at 40 feet tall and has a length of 45 feet. Her wingspan is 132 feet. Her tail narrows to a whip-thin end and it ends in a wicked spike. She is very menacing.<p>Crush : Kyros<p>Mate : &hearts Kyros Forever &hearts<p>Dragonets : Crystal(silver with diamonds embedded between her scales and blue eyes, &female), Pine(dark green with gold eyes, &male), Galaxy(black with silver, gold, pale pink, lavander, and pale green swirls like galaxies, &female), Scarlet(ruby red with golden eyes, oddly a Skywing, &female), Dusk(dark grey with orange lightning bolts on her sides, &female, forced), Night(black with scattered silver scales on the underside of his wings, &male, forced)<p>Family : Saphira(adoptive mother), Thorn(adoptive father, unactive), Kyros(mate), Galaxy(daughter), Pine(son), Night(son), Crystal(daughter), Scarlet(daughter), Dusk(daughter) <p>Personality : fiery temper when set off, easily agitated, kind and gentle with dragonets<p>Rider : Zach<p>Friends : Kyros, Saphira(adoptive mother), Thorn(adoptive father, unactive), Firnen(adoptive father), Mallory, Zach, Zoey<p>Enemies : Xtoski, The Master, Zoetis, Bonedeath<p>Likes : storms, lightning, flying, Kyros, dragonets<p>Dislikes : Xtoski, The Master, Zoetis, Bonedeath<p>Weapons : fire, ice, lightning, Rainwing Venom, electricly charged ice, electricly charged fire, wings, tail, claws, head, horns, fangs<p>Abilities : can shoot lightning, can withstand a temprature of up to 1,000 degrees, can breathe an electricly charged ice and fire, can breathe ice, can breathe fire, can shoot a deadly venom that melts anything living that it touches<p>History : don't even ask<p>Siggy : &starf S&tau&sigma&pi<_>m &#9830 &beta&pi&iota&eta<_>g&epsilon&pi &starf<p>Other : ask!<p>&nbsp;<p> &nbsp; ~Stormbringer<p>&nbsp;<p>&nbsp;<p>&nbsp;<p>&nbsp;<p>&nbsp;<p>&nbsp;<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;<p>&nbsp;<p>&nbsp;<p>WARNING<br>Lightning flickers across scales when extremly agitated or mad. Do not attempt to touch her. Severe injuries will occur. Also, take note that whatever you are doing, stop doing it imediatly. If you do not, severe injuries will occur. Please take precations of this.<br>WARNING<p>&nbsp;<p>&nbsp;<p>SCALE GUIDE<br>red=mad<br>black=your-gonna-die<br>pale green=fear<br>white=pain<br>yellow=happy/excited/joyful <br>orange=bored<br>amber=interested<br>light blue=calm<br>purple=guilty<br>silver=relaxed<br>rose pink=love<br>copper=sick<br>dark red=really mad <br>dark blue=annoyed<br>blue-grey=sad<br>gold=suspisious <br>very pale blue=cold<br>magenta=embarrased<p>Use this guide well, young one.<p>&nbsp;<p>&nbsp;<p> &nbsp; ~S&tau<_>orm&beta<_>ri&eta<_>ger

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 19, 2015

    Stargazer's bio

    Name ::: Stargazer<p>Gender ::: female<p>Age ::: 300 years<p>Breed ::: Nightwing<p>Rank ::: Trainee<p>Looks ::: standard Nightwing. Few extra scales. Ring of silver scales around each eye and a star-shaped silver scale on her forehead. Black scales. Scattered silver scales on the underside od her wings like the night sky. Bright purple claws. Dark dark blue eyes.<p>Crush ::: ...<p>Mate ::: ...<p>Dragonets ::: ...<p>Rider ::: Eragon<p>Personality ::: meet me<p>Weapons ::: fire, claws, teeth, wings, tail, horns, head<p>Abilitites ::: can read minds, can foretell the future, can breathe fire<p>Siggy ::: &star&starf S&tau&alpha&pi<_>g&alpha&zeta&epsilon&pi &starf&star<p>Other ::: ask!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 17, 2015

    Link's bio

    Name - Link<p>Gender - &male<p>Age - 100(looks about 20)<p>Rank - Guard<p>Looks - if you know or play the game Legend of Zelda Twilight Princess, he looks like the Link from the game. If you don't, he has brownish-blonde hair and sharp blue eyes. He is normally an elf but he is a shape-shifter. He is very muscular. He has a forest green tunic and brown leather gauntlets. He stands at 5'6.<p>Wife/Mate - Zoey<p>Kids - Esme(daughter)<p>Dragon/Rider - ...<p>Dragon/Rider-crush - ...<p>Personality - meet me<p>Weapons - well that's hard. I'll just do for elf form. Bow and arrows, sword, shield, hands, feet<p>From - Hyrule<p>Likes - Zoey, Esme, ask<p>Dislikes - Zoetis<p>Friends - Zoey, Zelda<p>Enemies - Zoetis<p>Siggy - L&iota&eta&kappa&#10023<p>Other - ask<p>SWORD<br>CXXX(::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::>

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 17, 2015

    Saphira's Bio

    Name :: Saphira<p>Nicknames :: Saph, Phira, Ira, Pira, Hira<p>Gender :: &female<p>Age :: 693 years<p>Breed :: same as Saphira from the movie plus Icewing and Rainwing<p>Rank :: tribe alpha female<p>Looks ::<br>SCALES-sapphire blue with a few flecks of pale blue. Her muzzle is icy blue<br>EYES-sapphire blue with a ring of white around the pupil<br>HEIGHT-85 feet<br>LENGTH-50 feet<br>WINGSPAN-195 feet<br>BODY BUILD-body build like an Icewing<br>OTHER FEATURES-she has sapphires embedded between her scales. Her wings are feathery to the touch but look leathery. Her wings membranes used to be light blue but now they are white(see history for explanation). She has a mane of icicle-like pale blue horns on the back of neck. Her tail narrows to a whip-thin end and she has spikes hidden in her tail. She has serated claws that curve inwards and she has very thick scales.<p>Crush :: Firnen<p>Mate :: Firnen<p>Dragonets :: Storm(she was adopted) and Sunny(biological daughter, sunny gold scales with emerald green wing membranes. She has the body build of a Sandwing but she doesn't have e venomous tail tip, &female)<p>Family :: Sunny(mother; deceased), Fjord(father; Icewing; deceased), Ruby(sister; deceased), Dark Saphira(evil twin), Sunny#2(daughter), Firnen(mate), Storm(adopted daughter)<p>Weapons :: fire, ice, venom, wings, tail, teeth, spikes, claws<p>Abilities :: she has venom in her cancine teeth that she can inject, can breathe fire, she can breathe a deadly ice breath, great flyer, she has spikes hidden in her tail that she can shoot like a Deadly Nad<_>der<p>History :: not revealing anything. Except for the fact that she died and was brought back by Firnen.<p>Likes :: fire, ice, flying, fish, Firnen, dragonets<p>Dislikes :: stolen fish, Dark Saphira<p>Enemies :: Dark Saphira<p>Siggy :: &#9788&#10023&Omega<_>S&alpha&rho<_>h&iota&pi&alpha&Omega&#10023&#9788<p>Other :: ask!<p>&nbsp;<p>&nbsp;<p>&nbsp;~Saphira

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 16, 2015

    Fear addon

    Rider: Esme

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 9, 2015

    ♞ Nayara's Bio ♞

    Name &#10023 Nayara ( NY-AR-UH )<p>
    Gender &#10023 Mare ( &female )<p>
    Species &#10023 A Hurrok from Tamora Pierce's The Immortals series.<p>
    Age &#10023 Full grown<p>
    Appearance &#10023 Looks like a white horse with large black eagle wings. She has sharp talons instead of hooves. Her eyes are bloodred and forward-facing with round pupils. Sharp fangs. Long, grey mane and tail. Her voice is slightly screechy. Hurroks have a mildly foul odor, so she washes herself frequently for the sake of others. Hurroks are carnivorous.<br>
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<p>
    Personality &#10023 meet me!<p>
    History &#10023 Was raised in the mountains with others of her kind. A pair of Wyverns attacked her when she was flying, and she crash-landed here. The Wyverns inflicted much damage to her, making it difficult for her to fly now.<p>
    Other &#10023 Is one of the extremely rare good Hurroks. She hopes to stay in the tribe, even though she is what she is. Likes flying, hunting, mountains, and company of her kind. Dislikes cold, flat plains, rudeness, and being lonely. Her distress and battle screeches are bloodcurdling and carry for miles.<p>
    Anything else, just ask.<p>
    ~ &#9822 N&alpha&gamma&alpha&pi&alpha &#9822

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 8, 2015

    Poppy's Quick Bio

    Name -- Poppy. <br>
    Age -- Timeless. <br>
    Species -- A Chimaera from the I Am Number 4 series. <br>
    Gender -- Male. <br>
    Appearance -- He's a shapeshifter. So . . . I'll just describe him when necessary. <br>
    Persona -- He is very protective, and a tad insane. <br>
    Likes -- Clara. <p>
    I don't know what else to put, honestly.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 5, 2015

    To astara

    But ur innactive so it doesnt count

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 2, 2015

    Ebonyflame's bio

    Name :: Ebonyflame<p>Nicknames :: Ebony, Bony, Flame, Flamy<p>Gender :: &female<p>Age :: 100 years<p>Rank :: Trainee<p>Breed :: nightwing Skywng hybrid<p>Looks :: ebony-black scales with an irage flam on he forehead. Her wing membranes are orange and she has black diamonds between her scales. Her eye are gold with snake-like pupils and she has a ring of amber drops around each eye. Se stands at 40 feet tall and has a wingspan of 120 feet. She has a length of 20 feet. She has two orange horns on the back of her head and alin of orange spikes running along her spine. She has an orange flame at the end of her tail that flares red when mad. She has 4 toes on each paw and each toe has an orange claw. She has one backwar facing toe on her hind paws<p>Crush :: ...<p>Mate :: ...<p>Dragonets :: uh...<p>Rider :: none<p>Rider-Crush :: Colbalt<p>Weapons :: fire, teeth, tail, claws, head, horns, wings<p>Abilities :: can read minds, has telepathy to anyone, can breathe fire, has enormous wings that me her a fast flyer<p>Likes :: fire, flying, opne sky, open areas, mountain ranges<p>Dislikes :: cold, not flying, ice, closed in areas<p>Friends :: Scorchie, Astra[?], Glory[?], Colbalt<p>Enemies :: Xtoski, Bonedeath, squirrels<p>Personality :: meet me<p>Family :: all unknown or dead, is adopted by Scorchie<p>History :: don't ask<p>Siggy :: &#9788&Sigma&beta&sigma&eta&gamma &#9830 Fl&alpha<_>m&epsilon &#9788<p>Other :: can't go near water<p>Other other :: ask!<p>~Ebobyflame

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 31, 2015

    Addon to gemma/star theif's bio

    Gemma's new nickname is Gemm!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 31, 2015

    Addon to saphira's and kyros' bios

    Saphira's nickname is Saphirs, and Kyros' nickname is Kynod!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 27, 2015

    Nyla

    Name: Nyla/ Age: 16 / Looks: Blonde hair, green eyes. / Crjsh: eragon. / other... ask meh

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