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

"You are dripping!" exclaimed Bishop Immers as Priest Benedict strode wet into his officium.


"Aye, Yer Grace, obviously our Heavenly Father, did not read yer missive and delay the rain while I journeyed here," replied Priest Benedict with a smile. He removed his cloak and gave it a vigorous shake, splattering droplets of water harmlessly around the room and then handed it to a waiting cleric. He turned back to his superior and an extended pudgy hand.


Bishop Immers did not find the priest's comment appropriate. His face soured. 


Priest Benedict ignored his superior's churlish expression and as protocol required, kissed the episcopal ring. "I came as soon as I could Yer Grace." He dipped his head in respect.


"It took yer long enough," grumbled Immers as he returned to his seat to sip wine from a goblet.


Priest Benedict remained standing and waited. A seat wasn't offered.


Bishop Immers placed the goblet on a table and leaned back in his chair. "Now then, how does Mellester fare?"


Chapter 116