Not cold in the least, but hot with anger.

Her shock and terror giving way to something else: hot, deadly anger.

It was a relief when a flush of hot anger rather than fear shot through her.

The Historian turned away to hide his hot anger and cold fear.

Thank the Darkness, this was no longer cold rage but hot anger.

A slow hot anger began to build in his heart.

Or with Big Medicine, whom he had left in hot anger.

Nicholas felt the anger rising in him, hot and potent.

Like a runaway fire, hot anger rushed through my body.

It seemed to him too contemptible for hot anger even.