Koji Suzuki - Birthday

This much-awaited return to the Ring universe features three short stories focusing on its female characters, with a theme of birth. An exploration of extraordinary circumstances from the perspectives of memorable women, Birthday is no mere sequel - as fans of Spiral and Loop should know.

Coffin in the Sky

Fast forward past the events of Ring. Ryuji Takayama's distraught lover, Mai Takano, is struggling in the wake of the professor's mysterious demise. Mai visits Ryuji's parents' house to look for the missing pages of his soon-to-be published article. There she is drawn to a curious videotape and a fate mor terrifying than Ryuji's.

Lemon Heart

Thirty years before the tragic events of Ring, Sadako Yamamura is an aspiring stage actress on the verge of her theatrical debut. The beautiful and ravishing Sadako is the object of desire of every male at the company including the director. There is one thespian she is interested in, but ...

Happy Birthday

Reiko Sugiura questions the purpose of bringing a child into a world where there is only death. She has already lost one son, and the father of her unborn child, Kaoru Futami, has disappeared in search of a cure to the deadly disease that threatens all life. Despite Kaoru's promise to meet again in two months, he has not returned. Despondent but driven for answers, Reiko is led to the Loop project, where she will discover the final truths of the Ring virus.

Koji Suzuki is based in Tokyo but spends most of his time traveling. An avid motorcyclist, an accomplished yachtsman, and a respected authority on child-rearing, Suzuki is at the vanguard of modern horror fiction writers.

November 1990

Even before she'd regained consciousness, her retinas were registering the scene above her. Not that there was much to be seen: her field of vision was terribly re-stricted, as if she were lying in the depths of the earth gazing up at a cut-out rectangle of sky. A single vertical stripe of blue, outlined entirely in black. At first she did not know what it meant. She had no idea where she was.

The sensation was that of having just awakened, the boundary between dream and reality blurry.

Concrete walls pressed in on her from the left and the right, and she could feel the same hard substance beneath her back. Had the sky above her been round, she might have surmised that she was at the bottom of a well. But, judging from the shape, she thought it had to be a rectangular fissure several meters deep.

She couldn't see the sun directly. The clean, brisk air on her skin suggested that it was early morning. Now and then she heard crows calling with unusual presence, quite close by. They didn't show themselves, and she heard no wing beats, just their cries echoing in the narrow space.

The crows' calls abruptly ceased; in their place the sound of a ship's horn reached her ears. She was near the ocean. The faint tang of seawater tickled her nostrils.

She gradually began to grasp where she was: on the roof of a building at the edge of Tokyo Bay.

Thrusting up her chin, she saw a pair of rusty pipes crossing overhead. The walls on either hand were closetoo close for her to be able to move her shoulders or arms. Iron rebar poked like thorns out of the cracked concrete. It looked painful to the touch and made the space seem even more constricted. All she could do was just lie there stiff as a rod, face up, arms and legs straight.

She raised her head to try and cast a glance towards where her feet lay. Perhaps her eyes had deceived her, but she thought she'd seen something flutter in the breeze that at first she'd taken for a thin iron bar. When she focused her eyes she realized that it wasn't an iron bar at all, but a thin strip of cloth, like the sash from a bathrobe. One end was tied to something, she didn't know what, and the other end danced lazily by her feet.

...The spider's thread.

She recalled a short story by that title, by Ryuno-suke Akutagawa. Hell came to mind, and every pore in her body seemed to clench.

She could not recall why she'd come to such a place.

Her memories were fragmentary, scattered, like broken and discarded tiles. She tried to remember, but the bits and pieces refused to form any meaningful pattern, and she couldn't distinguish cause and effect.

Where am I? Why am I here?

Clearly there were gaps in her memory, but she had no idea how much blank time they added up to.

She tried uttering her name, deep inside her breast.

Mai Takano.

That was probably correct. She was fairly certain that she was, in fact, a woman named Mai Takano. Yet, it somehow didn't feel right. She had the inescapable feeling that some strange entity had entered her body

she felt like she wasn't herself. She'd felt like that for a while now.

She tried to recall her age, her address, the chronology of her life, any information she could come up with that might sharpen the outlines of who she was.

I'm 22. I'm a college student. I'm a liberal arts

major, and I'm hoping to go on to grad school to study

philosophy.

Suddenly her legs hurt. Or, rather, for the first time since she'd awakened, she registered the fact that her ankles were giving her pain.

Mai Takano raised her head apprehensively and looked toward her feet. A shock greeted her: she couldn't see them.

Some object was obstructing her vision, something she couldn't identify. She squinted at it. Finally, her eyes grew wide and her expression became one of astonishment as she realized that it was her own swollen belly.

She had tucked her sweatshirt into her jumper skirt, but now her midriff under the skirt was swollen tight as a drum. Forgetting the pain in her legs, Mai placed one hand gingerly on her abdomen. She no longer felt as if a foreign object had lodged itself within her belly. Now she could feel that her belly and the hand that was touching it were contiguous, part of the same flesh. The swelling came from within her body, stretching taut the skin of her abdomen. As far as she could remember, she was a thin girlbreasts not at all on the large side, waist size proudly smaller than average.

She was not afraid. Nor did she despair. After her initial astonishment passed, she just lay there in a daze for a while running her hands over her abdomen. She couldn't believe she'd been placed in such a situation.

She didn't know what to feel.

A cool, objective gaze examined her body. Her mind was a blank, as though her intellect had ceased to function. She scrutinized her swollen belly with the gaze of another; no matter how she looked at it, she was a woman about to give birth. The word "pregnant" came to mind.

That was the catalyst. Fragmented images revived one after another in Mai's mind. Her intuition told her why she was where she was. It had begun withyes, a videotape.

It's because I watched it.

She'd had a bad feeling about it, but she'd watched it anyway. And she shouldn't have.

Mai remembered inserting the tape into the video deck, the touch of her finger on the play buttonit all came back to her now. It all felt real.

It was a simple chain of events, really, that brought the tape into her hands and that led her to watch it. Mai had no way of knowing whether a will operated behind the veneer of chance. Perhaps, too afraid of a power that couldn't be seen, she bullied herself into believing that it was all mere coincidence. Maybe she wanted