Whereupon, seized by inspiration—and bearing my careful teachings in mind—she had taken mucus and blood from the body and put it into a little bottle with a bit of broth from the kettle on the hearth, nurturing it inside her stays with the warmth of her own body. And had slipped a few drops of this deadly infusion into my food, and that of her father, in the hope that if we fell sick, our deaths would be seen as no more than a part of the sickness that plagued the Ridge.
Daaaaaaaamn. I kind of hate that Malva tried to kill Claire, but I understand why she tried to kill Tom. Why didn't she try to kill her brother, though? Her brother is a mini Tom.
