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.


Believing God speaks to him through the archangel Gabriel, and anointed with powers, Te Ua unites his people through a common cause. He is determined to drive the imperial oppressors from Maori land and return New Zealand to the righteous.

In early 1860’s New Zealand, the beautiful region of Taranaki is engulfed in a brutal land war. Continuing with its unpopular policy, the New Zealand government, bolstered by British soldiers, seeks punitive and severe action against rebel Maori who openly resist the Government’s determined effort to confiscate their lands.  With regular army forces ill equipped to fight in the wilderness, the specialist highly trained ‘Forest Rangers’ are tasked to pursue rebel Maori deep into the rugged bush clad hills.

The Rangers newest recruit, Moana (Ira) Rangitira, a veteran of the Crimean war, shows remarkable and unusual skills, Maori fear and call him, ‘The ghost who walks’. Ira faces challenges that test his will to survive, and can he protect what is closest to his heart, or has everything been destroyed?

‘The Breath of God’ is the first novel in the Moana Rangitira adventure series.

A Soldier's Journey

  Dick's chest was heaving. His hands rested on his thighs as he gasped for air.  Looking around, he couldn't see where the Russian had gone, but two other men followed Dick into the lane. "I'm looking for the man that ran in here, have you seen him?" Dick asked them between tortured breaths.


  "No, sorry," replied the cultured voice of Robert as both he and Harper approached.


  Dick saw stars, experienced a blinding flash and felt intense pain as he collapsed to the ground, landing in an awkward heap. 


  Harper looked down at Dick as he rubbed his fist. "Ouch! That hurt."  


  Smithy stepped out from behind the pile of timber, "Good timing," he gasped as he crept through the gap in the fence entering the lane.


  "You were bloody lucky," Robert said, looking around the lane. "We need to move him," He pointed to Dick. "Have to get him out of sight before the other constable comes looking.  We better hurry."


Chapter 89