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

"Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts; the whole earth is full of His glory!" He kept his eyes firmly closed and wasn't sure if he was even able to open them if he wanted. He was frightened, unsure, like a boy facing his first test of manhood. He then felt it, a delicate whisper of touch, the gentle rustle of feathered wings as they brushed against him. Even through closed eyes he felt tears of joy, he knew then he stood before God. The sound of feathered wings and songs of praise could only be Seraphim, angels surrounding the divine throne. He was about to face judgement. He stood before the Almighty and not at the gates of hell.  


If his mother could see him now, she'd be shocked. She'd always warned him, "Hell will be your salvation, ye naughty boy," she'd told him, wagging a finger in his face. He wanted to laugh but couldn't.


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