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

Within a short time, the group was outside the manor house. A man-at-arms led the sergeants with their destriers to the stables and showed them where they could rest and sleep. The heavy door to the great hall was open and with Reeve Petrus and Sir Hugh leading the way, they entered. 


Steward Alard was seated at his writing desk and stood to welcome everyone. Sir William spoke briefly to his fellow knights and with only Sir Hugh remaining, they left the hall to stand sentinel outside. The Templars trusted no one.


Odo introduced Steward Alard to the Templars and then, at Alard's invitation, they sat at a large table near the dais at rear of the hall. 


"It may be a good time to see the pyxis," suggested Sir William without preamble. 


Sir Hugh was seated beside him and nodded enthusiastically.


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