In a world where fantasy was my only solace until I was a very late teen and somewhere I still retreat to now, he gave me fuel.
In a world where I leave, to play in other, simiilar worlds - he gave me hope that I was getting it right.
And in my dreams, I still see Sparhawk occassionally - I cried like a baby when that series ended.
I know Leigh died a couple of years ago, but I was still shocked to open my email this morning and read this:
http://www.nevadaappeal.com/article/20090603/NEWS/906039936/1070&ParentProfile=1058 Rest in peace man - you're one of my seminal inspirations in writing, even if I rarely *do* fantasy now.