Anger roared in him, flames fanned by all the events of the day.

Anger roared inside her and she opened her mouth to tell him in no uncertain terms where to go, only she didn't have a chance to utter even one heated word, as he bent and covered her parted lips with his, kissing her with a thoroughness that left her shaken.

Anger roared through him and he began to smash punches into the youngster's face and body - brutal, powerful blows that forced his opponent back towards the ropes.

Anger roared like a stream in spate through my veins.

Anger roared through him.

Anger roared through Dardalion and with knife in hand he followed Waylander.