All the while, a deep rage mounted within him, grew up his soul like slow vines reaching toward savagery.
My pulse rushed up in an unwonted manner, yet my rage mounted with it.
His eyes were veiled, but slow rage mounted within him.
The bitter, consuming rage was mounting within him steadily.
Her rage was mounting again, flooding, resuscitated by a new burst of emotional amperage.
My rage mounted as I circled the floor, looking for my father.
When he thought of the notebooks and all the work that had gone into them his rage mounted.
A rage of disbelief mounted in him the more he read.
But the shame remained, and rage mounted under it.
His rage had mounted rather than diminished with the breaking of the door.
