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

Odo hadn't said a word, he couldn't. The amount of six hundred pounds wasn't a lot of coin, it was an inconceivable amount. He looked at the ground at his feet and shook his head in disbelief.


Preceptor Lucius re-entered the room followed by his guards. He was grinning. "I only wish Sir William could see yer face."


"Did Oswald know? Did he know this would happen and did he know the value of the pyxis?" Odo asked. 


"I knew him briefly, I was young at the time. But he was well thought of and respected as a good, honest and pious man." Preceptor Lucius looked into the distance and took a deep breath.  "And quite a reputation..."


"I think he did know, or would have known. He could have given the pyxis to the order at any time. Instead he chose to wait. He wanted it to be yers, of that I have no doubt."


"I feel unworthy of this gift, Preceptor."


Chapter 111