20" } @font-face { font-family: "Niagara Engraved" } @font-face { font-family: "Niagara Solid" } @font-face { font-family: "Old English Text MT" } @font-face { font-family: Onyx } @font-face { font-family: Parchment } @font-face { font-family: Playbill } @font-face { font-family: "Poor Richard" } @font-face { font-family: Ravie } @font-face { font-family: "Informal Roman" } @font-face { font-family: "Showcard Gothic" } @font-face { font-family: "Snap ITC" } @font-face { font-family: Stencil } @font-face { font-family: "Viner Hand ITC" } @font-face { font-family: "Vladimir Script" } @font-face { font-family: "Wide Latin" } @font-face { font-family: "SWGamekeys MT" } Eleven The drum tenderly pummeled the night from below. The stars cheerfully jigged in their places on high. Helen felt small but abundantly significant, bundled in her lover's arms. Perched high on a hill where nothing could see her but the silent rock, where no one could touch her but the man she loved, she felt utterly secure, otherworldly safe.
