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

A knight wielding a sword on the battlefield is a terrifying force to behold. Trained in all aspects of close quarter combat and use of weapons, knights were formidable opponents, either on foot or mounted, and they were feared for good reason. But in the close confines of the byre, the surviving knight was disadvantaged and not in his natural fighting environment. Reeve Petrus was well aware of this and used it to his full convenience. Anticipating what the knight would do, Petrus tried to position himself so he could prevent the knight from escaping, while his staff moved in a blur as it poked and jabbed relentlessly in the poor light. 


Petrus was forcing the knight backwards into the wooden rails of the stable, the longer reach of the staff proving to be a handful for the knight who could do little more than swipe ineffectually at it. 


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