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

Bishop Laninga took another pull of wine and looked over the rim of his goblet at Sir Kasos. His mind worked furiously as he contemplated what he'd been told. Antonius Richter had been a lifelong trusted friend. They'd grown up shoulder to shoulder, laughed, cried and even been punished together for the mischievous deeds of boys. Now Antonius was dead, killed needlessly by a cowardly English swordsman. To make matters worse, the herdsman had killed a simple farmer, why? The bishop couldn't fathom... perhaps they'd been haggling over coin, over the price of cows. 


The bishop placed the goblet firmly back on the table, making its contents slosh over the lip and pool beneath the ornate vessel. "Have ye doubt, are ye sure these two men are responsible fer the deaths of the farmer and Antonius Richter?" He held the gaze of the dark-complexioned knight and stared into liquid pools of blackness. "Speak now, or forever hold yer tongue." 


Chapter 155