The Book of Onei is not The Book, my father once said. I remember him still, walking beside me on that sunless beach-but was it before he had died, or after? The Book of Onei is only a guide, a book of riddles that don’t always lead to any answers, a book of truths within lies. I have been to Onei many times, but I have never been to any of the cities or nations mentioned in the Book of Onei, nor have I seen their ruins, nor met their citizens. As far as I can tell they do not exist, and most likely they never existed-not even in Onei.

Then what is the Book of Onei? I asked him. Is it just a fraud?

The Book of Onei is both a key and a lock, he said. His face was haunted, as if he always listened and always waited-perhaps for a footfall. Those stories mean something, but I do not know what. The Book of Onei hints at something, but I am afraid to ask.

From Christopher Scott Thompson (author of Pagan Anarchism and If In Ruins We Must Live) comes The Book of Onei, an antinomian dream grimoire.

The Book of Onei is a rare work of myth that is simultaneously fantasy and a ritual guide to your own dreaming.