Some part of her heard his fury, recognized that he was in a killing rage.

"Yes," he said, though the killing rage was still on him.

That terrible yellow glow, the killing rage, was in his eyes.

The killing rage was on him, sweet and hot in his blood.

He never saw the killing rage in his partner's face.

She had gone beyond that to the killing rage the Chief obviously wanted.

As the killing rage left him, awareness of his danger returned.

Never in his life had Gregory felt such a killing rage.

It was a letter that could easily drive a man into a killing rage.

He felt himself on the verge of a towering killing rage.