13th Gate

On a Friday the thirteenth a man walks out of a pub and does not come back.Not to the pub. Not to the life. Not to himself.What he walks into is an obsidian building on the crossroads of a city — thirteen floors, each one stripping away something that turned out not to be him. The Eye above the arched door was watching before he arrived. It had been watching since before he was born. It arranged the grief and the Friday and the man in red shoes and everything that came after with the patience of something that exists outside of time and therefore has no reason to hurry.He had a number on the back of his neck.315867It was always there. He just had to descend far enough to read it.The 13th Gate is the initiatory novel of the Western occult tradition. It is not for everyone. The ones it is for already know.Revised Edition 2026. Contains explicit content, initiatory violence, and sacred sexuality. Not suitable for minors.