What if the Great Beast Aleister Crowley did not die in 1947? What if, near the moment of death, he'd been teleported into the future with just enough strength for a final magickal working? In Ariel Isolde's "Crowley on the 666" the Master Therion meanders through the American West weaving spells of mayhem, destruction, and chaos - his final goal "transmogrify" his corporeal being, and the world as well.
