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 tonsured clerk sat benignly in front of Bishop Laninga with ink-stained fingers delicately clasped together. His pale and pasty coloured skin a clear indication of his profession as a scholar and little time spent outdoors. Before him were a pile of thickly-bound books and scrolls, all reference materials he used to complete the unusual task given to him by the bishop. He sat with the confidence and self-assuredness, his lipless smile, condescending if not mocking to those unfamiliar with his quirks, for those who knew him accepted his oddities and peculiarities in favour of his sharp and agile mind.


The bishop changed position in his chair, his fingers steepled as if in prayer, pressed against his chin as he contemplated the exhortation given to him by the scholar.


The clerk inclined his head, a silent reminder he waited, if not impatiently for a response. 


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