It's been swell bringing you TW3 for the past four years and you, why, you've been a peach. But TW3 was never more than a little magazine like the scores that preceded it, in print and out here on this formerly brave new digital frontier. Now it's time, Constant Reader, for us to follow our predecessors and betters into the void.

TW3 will cease publication at the end of this month, April 2000. If there are any favorite pieces you'd like to download for your personal library, now's the time. The magazine will not be archived here, since its parent site, pictograph.com, is folding, too.

Some bits of the enterprise we've loved publishing since March 1996 will already have disappeared by the time you read this: Virtual Ink is no more, nor is The Bookstall.

What I really want to say before we go, however, is a simple and heartfelt thank you to the writers, editors and other contributors who've made this folly such a pleasure to conduct. James Reel and Colette Bancroft have been with us from the start, and Fred Thomas nearly as long. They are fine writers and fine friends.