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

There were rents in clothing to repair, dresses to be hung and a slew of other household tasks that required attention. Charlotte held her ground and firmly refused to perform these duties assigned to her.


"I am not a claviger12 and will not be treated like one. I am born to a freeman," she insisted with a measure of force. "My father is Gerald, the cheesemaker in Mellester. Ask anyone!" Her hands remained on her hips as she glared defiantly at the servant.


The man-servant waited patiently until she had finished her outburst, then without warning, drove his fist into her head. 


Charlotte fell to the ground clutching her face. Ignoring her plight, the man dropped a bundle of clothing on a table and walked away. "See to it."


The man-servant had hit her squarely on the eye and she could already feel it becoming inflamed. She remained on the floor and wept.


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