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Lucky Day is the newest novel of terror from Chuck Tingle, USA Today bestselling author of Bury Your Gays, where one woman must go up against the most horrifying concept of all: nothing.

Gore, biphobia and a brief scene of a decomposing cat.

Four years ago, an unthinkable disaster occurred. In what was later known as the Low-Probability Event, eight million people were killed in a single day, each of them dying in improbable, bizarre ways: strangled by balloon ropes, torn apart by exploding manhole covers, attacked by a chimpanzee wielding a typewriter. A day of freak accidents that proved anything is possible, no matter the odds. Luck is real now, and it’s not always good.

Vera, a former statistics and probability professor, lost everything that day, and she still struggles to make sense of the unbelievable catastrophe. To her, the LPE proved that the God of Order is dead and nothing matters anymore.

When Special Agent Layne shows up on Vera’s doorstep, she learns he’s investigating a suspiciously—and statistically impossibly—lucky casino. He needs her help to prove the casino’s success is connected to the deaths of millions, and it’s Vera’s last chance to make sense of a world that doesn’t.

Because what’s happening in Vegas isn’t staying there, and she’s the only thing that stands between the world and another deadly improbability.

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“An existential masterwork that, like life, is equal parts atrocity and delights. In Tingle’s hands, the slow trudge toward mortality regains its sense of marvel. We are all lucky for the statistically infinitesimal chance to be alive while Chuck Tingle is writing books.”
– Olivie Blake, New York Times bestselling author of Masters of Death

“Sparkles and shines as bright as the Las Vegas strip! Lucky Day fearlessly explores existence, absurdity, and love as only Chuck Tingle can do it. It will shock, thrill, and unlock new fears never even dreamt of. This is Tingle at his strangest and bloodiest.”
– CJ Leede, USA Today bestselling author of American Rapture

“Tingle wows with an absurdist existential horror novel that is as funny as it is unexpectedly devastating, complex, and challenging…Combining irreverent moments of surreality with an earnest message about finding hope even in the face of brutality, this is Tingle’s best yet.”
– Publishers Weekly, STARRED REVIEW 🌟

Taste the very first page

Before I’m fully aware of my physical self—before I understand who or what or where I am—I reach out into the darkness. It’s a primal movement of comfort, not desperate or worried, just reflexive.

Connection is what we’re built for, and while this assertion may sound spiritual at its core, it doesn’t have to be. Whether a patch of mold crawling over tile or a pack of hairless apes starting a fire, biological organisms thrive by working together. It’s no wonder, then, that as a bodiless, floating thing, my first instinct is to hunt for someone else.

My hand finds nothing but empty sheets. The warmth I’m expecting is mysteriously absent, and this broken pattern does more to jerk me back into focus than any horrible, buzzing alarm clock ever could. Something is wrong. The rhythm of my life has shifted.

I reach a little deeper into the abyss, driven to hunt the cool, clean ocean of this vacant space. “Annie?” I sigh, stretching my body across the bed.

She’s not there. My eyes pop open.

Chirp!

I’m greeted by the sound of my phone alarm, a single, piercing digital beep. It’s short and efficient, customized so that I won’t wake my girlfriend with a full round of the traditional rattling xylophone, but it appears today this effort is for naught.

September 2025