Each of the Seven embodies all of the Seven, Septon Osmynd had told her once. There was as much beauty in the Crone as in the Maiden, and the Mother could be fiercer than the Warrior when her children were in danger.
One day, all of you are going to be gone. And all of this, all of us, will be nothing but a hazy memory. It’ll take you a second to remember everyone’s name. Someone will have to remind you of the songs we sung, the solos you got or didn’t get. Life only really has one beginning and one end. And the rest are just a whole lot of middle.