title: Veiled Madness
author:  Greer Noble 
description: "In her adventure novel, Noble animates the setting of early-1960s Africa. Robert OHara and his daughter, Sanya, live in Rhodesia, where Robert makes a living escorting tourists on safari. Hes also a conservationist; Noble brings Robert to life, capably rendering his many action scenes. Certain momentswhen Sanya is out exploring the landscape or when Robert and friends take revenge on a lawyer and a doctor who have harmed Sanyaflow perfectly and are easily imagined. Its a tale of violence and beauty, and the OHaras cross paths with poachers, sleazy lawyers and even some friends within their own camp who betray them. When Robert tries to create a nature reserve, two corrupt government officials harass his camp and resort to murder to force him out. Characters meet with grisly ends, and Noble isnt afraid of killing off major players for surprise plot twists. The tale is an epic one and spreads over more than a decade. There is a lot to recommend in Nobles writingshe draws readers in and ably limns terrain and wildlife. Skillful prose."
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  # Frosted. Whipped. Buttered
  
  
  ### An Equilibrium Short
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ## Christina C. Jones
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ### Contents
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  1\. [Greer](part0002_split_000.html#1T140-3c3575d0e11744abb610ca88500ec112)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  2\. [Rich](part0003_split_000.html#2RHM0-3c3575d0e11744abb610ca88500ec112)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  3\. [Greer](part0004_split_000.html#3Q280-3c3575d0e11744abb610ca88500ec112)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  [About the
  Author](part0005_split_000.html#4OIQ0-3c3575d0e11744abb610ca88500ec112)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  [Also by Christina C.
  Jones](part0006.html#5N3C0-3c3575d0e11744abb610ca88500ec112)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  # Greer
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  _D amnit._
  
  
  The frosting bag in my hands slipped, making an indentation of the wrong color
  in one of the pumpkin cookies I’d just spent a good chunk of time outlining.
  As annoying as that was though, I couldn’t give it my attention right now. I
  put the bag in the paper-towel-lined cup I kept nearby 