The forward gun spoke in a voice like an angry god's.

Did it not sound like the voice of an angry god coming from the clouds?

He turned his back on the angry god and sprang clear out the window.

A voice suddenly boomed at them like an angry god.

But then there was a roar like an angry god, and everything fell apart.

An angry god who had to be appeased with blood.

Thousands of years ago he conquered cities but is not any longer an angry god.

He tried to remember what it was: something about an angry god and his fratricidal son.

There was one in particular whose roaring the Baron thought could only be that of an angry god.

Men had no business here in this battleground of angry gods.