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

The outlaw coughed. Blood spurted out of his mouth. He held his stomach, panting like a dog. 


"A-Abbot An-drew, Ex-et-er," he managed to say. He looked up at the giant, his eyes pleading for mercy.


Jagger nodded once, then pushed his sword effortlessly into the outlaw's chest. It was over.


The last surviving outlaw met with the same fate. By the time Sir Jarin and the others arrived, all six outlaws were dead. 


Sir Jarin stared aghast at the carnage. He shook his head in disbelief as he walked from body to body. He stopped in front of Jagger and raised his head to look into the giants eyes. "Ye did this?"


"Nay, sire, I had help," he inclined his head at Odo who had partially recovered and stood beside him.


"Ye are unarmed, how could ye have helped?" Sir Jarin's voice rose. 


"The stallion is a trained warhorse, milord," interrupted Jagger. 


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