They whisper my name now. Haman.Son of Hammedatha.The Agagite. They say it with fear, with admiration, with resentment. That last one — I don’t mind. Resentment is a quieter kind...

The Stain in the Crowd There is nothing more blinding than uniform reverence — except its absence. When I walked through the gate, I expected nothing but what I had...

The Sound of Stones and Satisfaction They tell me the gods guide fate through stars and omens. But I prefer something simpler:The roll of stone against stone. When we cast...

An Invitation Like No Other When the summons came from Queen Esther, I thought it was a mistake. “A private banquet,” they said.“Only the king and you, Haman.” I laughed...

A Monument to My Revenge It rose through the night like a tower of justice. Fifty cubits of sharpened timber — a throne for the man who dared defy me....

The Weight in the Air I tried to hold my head high.I tried to wash off the scent of humiliation. But as I entered the queen’s chambers for the second...

The March of Shame I had always imagined death would be distant.  A possibility, yes — but not a certainty. Certainly not like this. Dragged through the streets I once...

I once knew a man who walked taller than his name. He thought himself above kings, above whispers, above the laws of cause and consequence. He was clever, charming, cunning...