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

That was the first time he'd felt the red rage come over him.

He fought down the red rage that made him want to throw himself at the soldier.

Her mind was full of red now, red rage, and she needed to clear it.

Over the last couple of days, this anger had built into a red rage.

The sight woke the red rage of battle in me.

Martin had stalked off in a fit of red rage.

And suddenly the dark was back, spattered with red rage.

Or so he thought in those last moments of blind, red rage.

The red rage was on Kit again, but he had no one towards whom to direct it.