Stephen King: Book of The Dead

You know that an idea’s time has come when the green lights extend clear to infinity. This book, which was conceived one fine summer afternoon by a miracle of serendipity on a back porch in Pennsylvania, and which by all rights should have been one hell of a difficult sell, breezed straight through to fruition with scarcely a hitch.
It’s been a long time coming, and there are a lot of people we’d like to thank; for their patience and support, for their enthusiasm and professionalism, and, most of all, for their friendship.
Special thanks must certainly go to Lou Aronica, Pat LoBrutto, Janna Silverstein, Robert Simpson, Susan Sherman, Katherine Schupf, and all the fine folks at Bantam; Adele Leone and Richard Monaco, Mark Zeising, George and Chris Romero, Tom Savini, Everett Burrell and Greg Nicotero, Dave Schow, Marcus Nickerson, Jesse Horsting and Midnight Graffiti, Richard Rubenstein, Salah Hassanein, TK & BAM, the Fango gang, our long-suffering families, and Lise Rogers, perhaps the most benign copy editor in all of human history.
We’d like to extend extra special uberthanks to the writers who contributed to this book. They kick big moby butt, and they keep us honest.
Last, but hardly least, we’d like to thank all of those (too numerous to list) who participated in the creation of the Dead trilogy; and to the millions who have taken those zombies into their hearts without ever once becoming them.
Thanks, guys. We owe you one.