Webs

I'm reading an exceptionally long series of book...(it will be a twelve book series once it finishes next year) and the depth, scope and detail to are rather mind boggling. The webs of intrigue are complex and tricky, the plot twists like a snake under a stick, and character development is deeply involving and detailed.
I enjoy these types of reads. A great deal. But sometimes, life imitates art...or art imitates reality...I'm still not sure about that one, but either way I find myself ina bit of a ... conundrum.

I am so locked into this web of another persons devising that any move I make will 'shake the web' so to speak. Every angle I look at it leaves me vulnerable and ultimately all roads lead to a not-pleasant end for old Ryan.
If I were a character in one of my books.... I would be marked for death. No matter how high the moral ground I stand on.... people are people, and revenge is a strike back option.

Even by saying nothing at all.... I am in peril, just for knowing the things that I know.

Sorry for the ambiguity... I just cannot release the gritty details of this situation... which I hope is actually a non-issue as of now... but whatever, fail to plan, then plan to fail... right?


I hope I have the courage to make the right move.


....... or I can just quit my job and none of this would even matter any more. This option is looking better and better as time goes on.... but we shall see I suppose.

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