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

He didn't have to wait long before the priest returned, closely followed by a tall elegant man, with an enormous hooked nose that he presumed was the bishop. Confirming his prestige, the man extended a hand and as protocol required, Sir Kasos dropped his left knee to the floor, bent his back and kissed the episcopal ring. "Bishop Laninga, is truly an honour," he said when again standing. 


The priest remained near the door while the bishop moved to the other side of the table and settled into a stout hand-carved chair. He stretched his legs, crossed them and clasped both hands across his midriff. "I hope yer journey was without incident?"


"Thank ye, Yer Grace, it was damp but uneventful."


"How does Bishop Immers fare?" smiled the bishop. "Forgive me, please be seated." He unclasped his hands and waved to a small hardbacked box chair.


Sir Kasos eased himself into it and faced the smiling bishop. "He sends salutations, Yer Grace, and hopes ye are hearty and hale."


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