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

They were met at the door by a man-servant, and led inside to a spacious room. A couple of tables filled the centre space, a few of Lord William's colourful pennants graced the walls, and a sturdy hearth was built into a far wall. At one end was a hefty chair, and beside it another slightly smaller one. They were almost like thrones. 


Reeve Petrus was momentarily stunned by the sight of the woman who sat in the smaller of the two great chairs. She was a sight to behold, such was her beauty. Reeve Petrus took an involuntary breath and almost coughed. Oswald gave him a scowl.


She in turn watched both men indifferently as they walked towards her and then stopped at a respectful distance.


"Hail to ye, Oswald," she said quietly.


Oswald shuffled a step or two closer and bowed his head in courtly mindfulness. "Lady Constance, it is a pleasure to set eyes upon ye, although this day, I wish I could be here with worthier tidings."


Chapter 49