Dear EP Readers,

I've decided to take down the Paradise for personal reasons. Nothing bad; I've just outgrown it and I need to close this chapter of my life. I stopped maintaining the site years ago, and I'd rather take it down than have it collect weeds and dust. I'm also incapable of finishing Hands, and I apologize that I couldn't keep my promise to all of you. Those of you who know me and have been reading for awhile will know that it ends happily, and I hope that's some consolation.

I want to thank all of my readers who have offered me love, support, excitement, and their own beautiful creations throughout the years. You've helped me grow as a person and a writer, and the Paradise wouldn't have been a paradise without you.

You can get in touch with me by e-mail, for a little while at least, at reyna (at) ephebianparadise (dot) com. I will also keep the Yahoo! Group open for a while.

Thank you again for your support and understanding.

--Reyna

They looking back, all th' eastern side beheld
Of Paradise, so late their happy seat,
Waved over by that flaming brand, the gate
With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms:
Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon;
The world was all before them, where to choose
Their place of rest, and Providence their guide:
They hand in hand with wand'ring steps and slow,
Through Eden took their solitary way.

From Milton, Paradise Lost, Book XII, lines 640-649