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

"Keep yer mouths shut. If I hear ye've been talking about this, I'll hunt ye down and yer families." 


Three heads nodded in supplicant agreement. The brothers felt it wasn't worth mentioning their family was already dead.


The knight looked each man in the eyes to reinforce his threat. 


Everyone turned to the prisoner as she began struggling and making noise. It was obvious she wanted to speak.


The knight commander laughed. "Let's hear what she has to say. Remove the cloth."


The high-spirited coursers stomped their feet and pulled at their reins, unhappy to be standing motionless. The knights, expert horsemen, spoke soothingly and stroked their horse's necks as Charlotte's gag was removed and water given. She was frightened; she knew who the knight commander was and feared him.


"Release me milord. I know who you are, Sir Wystan. I have done nothing -"


"Put it back," ordered the knight, interrupting her plea.


Chapter 39