Author:
Paul W. Feenstra is a historical fiction novelist. Meticulously researched and detailed, his character driven novels create a dramatic window into our chronicled and complex past. Born in Wellington, New Zealand, in 1959, to Dutch immigrants, Paul still commutes to Los Angeles, California, where he worked as a multiple ‘Emmy’ nominated entertainment industry professional.

Created in a similar style as acclaimed authors Bernard Cornwell and Ken Follett, ‘Falls Ende – Primus’ is a fast-paced, emotional novel that will leave you breathless. 

The small picturesque hamlet of Mellester in Devonshire, England, is home to herdsman, Godwin Read and his son, Odo. When the aging knight, Sir William Ainsley, Lord of Mellester Manor goes on a hunt for wild boar, the inexplicable happens, and Godwin makes a decision that will ultimately impact their lives and Mellester Manor for ever. 

Set during the tumultuous reign of King Henry II, in feudal England, the quiet and peace of Mellester Manor is shaken by the unexpected. For Odo, there is more at stake than just his dignity and pride because they’ve already been taken, all he has left is his life. Will Falls Ende see his downfall and disgrace and how far will one man go to protect what’s closest to his heart?

Falls Ende is more than a simple story, it’s a saga of survival against all the odds.

Falls Ende

By mid-morning, a fairly substantial crowd grew and, bolstered by numbers, a few began throwing clods of dirt. The dirt had stones mixed in with it, and they hurt. One hit Odo square on the forehead and he saw a bright flash of light. Blood trickled down his face from cuts, one eye was partly swollen shut, but so far he was coping. He had no choice. People were frequently killed in the pillory, a fact Odo was very aware of.


Someone brought him water, he couldn't remember who, and it was most welcome. After that, the abuse and the variety of things hurled at him increased. Although he never saw what it was, he assumed someone threw rotten eggs because a vile, pungent smell permeated the air almost at once. Whoever tossed them did him a favour, as the fetid stench kept people from getting close. To the amusement of some, he vomited.


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