Leon grew up in an enchanted forest full of wise oak trees and giant spiders, next to a mist-shrouded lake in the foothills of the Santa Cruz Mountains. Half-feral cats taught him to hunt, and wild deer showed him patience.

He wrote creatively through his school years, and stopped in his twenties for reasons nobody can explain. Now, after years of contemplation in the frozen north, he has reawakened whatever was sleeping within. A story demands to be told.