@DiapDealer - you got it. Here are the contents of the CSS file, which is called Icelandic_Folk_Legends.css:
And the beginning of one of the html files:
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<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">
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<title></title>
<link href="../Styles/Icelandic_Folk_Legends.css" rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" />
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<h1 class="sgc-1" id="heading_id_2">Introduction<br xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" /></h1>
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<p>O<small>NE EVENING, MANY YEARS</small> ago, I was travelling through south Iceland with two of my cousins. We stopped in the town of Vík to camp for the night. After pitching our tent at the campsite we decided to take a walk before turning in. It was in the middle of summer, so it was broad daylight even though it was late in the evening.</p>
<p>After a short stroll we came to a place where we had a gorgeous black sand beach on our right, a grassy area (on which we were walking) in the middle, and a steep mountainside on our left. The waves were rolling in, and on the beach was a large colony of arctic terns. As many readers will know, arctic terns are exceedingly aggressive birds, and as we passed, literally hundreds, if not thousands, of them flew up screeching and shrieking, instantly starting to dive-bomb our heads in an effort to drive us away. </p>
<p>Suddenly we stopped dead in our tracks. Through the screeching of the birds we heard this incredible sound, like a huge banquet going on, with hundreds of people laughing and talking, glasses clinking, dinnerware clanking… all coming from somewhere beyond the cliffs. We looked at each other, completely mystified. Where was that sound coming from? Was it from the campsite? We decided it couldn’t be – we’d only just left it and the number of people required to make that sound, not to mention all those glasses and dinnerware, could not possibly have been transported there in such a short time. Was it from the town? Hardly – the sound seemed like it was just beyond our line of vision and the town was too far away. Was there a banquet hall around, somewhere? Perhaps back from where we had come? We certainly couldn’t rule it out, even though none of us had seen one.</p>
<p>The strange thing was, the party sounded like it was inside the cliff, but we obviously knew it couldn’t be. Or could it? We had pretty much ruled out all possibilities, and were starting to think Shakespeare had hit the nail on the head with the immortal words: <i>There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy</i>.</p>
<p>We stood there for about ten minutes. That is how long it took us to recognize that the sound was being made by the combination of the birds screeching and the waves rolling in, echoing off the cliffs to our left. At that moment we realized that this was the sort of fantastical experience that must have made our ancestors conclude that trolls lived inside the mountains. How could they possibly have come to any other conclusion? </p>
<p>We mused on this a while as we continued our trek. We thought about all those formations rising out of the lava fields that seemed to move in the mist or twilight. Or dark shapes on the rims of the mountains, which appeared to be alive in the fading light, when silhouetted against the sky. And what about the howls of the wind in the mid-winter nights? Surely it was not too much of a stretch to believe those were the voices of the dead – particularly if the presence of ghosts was a normal part of life for you.</p>
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I had already removed a <p> <br /> from the end of the first paragraph.
I am viewing the ePub both in Sigil's book view, and in Adobe Digital Editions.
And no, it's not the white space in code view that I want to remove. I'm not that much of a novice.
Thanks for your help.