So—join the company of good men and women,
keep your feet on the tried-and-true paths.
It’s the men who walk straight who will settle this land,
the women with integrity who will last here.
Remember the teen romance zombie novel I wrote back in 2009? (If you don’t, your life is certainly short of what it could be; of course, maybe it’s better that way.) In it, I had people become zombies when infected with a blood-borne disease. That was a fine, if cliched, premise for the novel, but now I know where zombies really come from: Casinos. Seriously.