A rage rose such as she'd not felt in a long while.

The rage rose within her with such speed she had no time to control it.

A large cold rage was rising in him, quietly, like black, still water.

A rage unlike any she had ever experienced was rising within her.

He felt the rage rising, and a kind of glee.

Then red and black rage rose in him again, choking-strong.

Against my will, I could feel the rage rising in my cheeks.

A cold rage and desire for revenge rose in Spock.

The rage rose thick and hot, until Dakar felt he might strangle.

An inhuman rage rose in her like a dark, crackling flame.