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

She was tall and elegant, and even in advanced years she still carried herself with an awareness of her beauty. A few lines of age marked her otherwise flawless skin and her fiery, red hair that swept back over her shoulders in thick lush waves was tied with a simple ribbon. 


Charlotte recognised her immediately; it was Lady Constance, Sir Wystan's mother. The widow of Sir William Ainsley who was once lord of Mellester Manor.


With her present situation temporarily forgotten, Charlotte slid back the chair she sat on and stood respectfully. She held the gaze of Lady Constance without fear and scrutinised her in equal measure. There was something about the lady's emerald eyes - they looked devoid of life, almost dead, as if she was looking through and not at her - but then the lady inhaled deeply and seemed to focus on the present. Charlotte finally noticed a spark of vitality as she spoke.


Chapter 44