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 tried to pull him off, but Odo recklessly threw his body from side to side and kept moving, each time managing to slip from their grasp. At one point he slammed into the table almost knocking it over. The thick candle slid down the table to land on the dry rushes that carpeted the floor. 


Odo was young, in superb physical shape and remarkably strong, but it wasn't enough. He couldn't fight four men and the short brawl ended when he was brutally struck across the head by a chair. He lay bleeding from a nasty head wound and mindless. During the mêlée, all attention was focused on Odo and not the candle which lay on its side. Already the dried rushes on the floor began to burn. 


"He's barmy!" cried a ruffian as he spat out a broken tooth and wiped blood from his nose. He gave Odo another kick for good measure. 


"But where's the box? We gotta find the box."


"An now we 'ave a fire." The ruffian spat more blood from his mouth.


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