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

Despair was not a good companion for Benedict, it was a sentiment he was unused to. He thought back over how many times he had witnessed greed, seen the bishop exalt in power - all for self-gain and prosperity. 


The horse and wagon plodded along in a random course and Benedict cared not. 


Were all bishops the same? he wondered. Did the Church put itself before the base needs of those who needed help and to be saved? Where was God when called upon, where was God to right the wrongs? After the environs of Exeter were far behind, Benedict's simmering emotions finally erupted, he looked skywards to the heavens and dark clouds that rolled overhead and yelled in pent up frustration, anger and helplessness. "Where are you!"


Taking advantage from the respite in the weather to forage for food and herbs, Cathal stood upright when he heard the pitiful cry. His robes flapped against his legs, and his hair whipped across his face as he looked at Benedict atop the wagon. "What took ye so long?"


Chapter 117