Jenny Twist

Jenny Twist was born in York and brought up in the West Yorkshire mill town of Heckmondwike, the eldest grandchild of a huge extended family.
She left school at fifteen and went to work in an asbestos factory. After working in various jobs, including bacon-packer and escapologist’s assistant (she was The Lovely Tanya), she returned to full-time education and did a BA in history, at Manchester and post-graduate studies at Oxford.
She stayed in Oxford working as a recruitment consultant for many years and it was there that she met and married her husband, Vic.
In 2001 they retired and moved to Southern Spain where they live with their rather eccentric dogs and cat. Besides writing, she enjoys reading, knitting and attempting to do fiendishly difficult logic puzzles.
In July 2018 she won the Author Show TOP FEMALE AUTHOR Fantasy/Horror/Paranormal/Science Fiction award.

When Angela turns up in a remote Spanish mountain village, she is so tall and so thin and so pale that everyone thinks she is a ghost or a fairy or the dreadful mantequero that comes in the night and sucks the fat from your bones. 
But Domingo knows better. “Soy Angela,” she said to him when they met – “I am an angel.” Only later did he realise that she was telling him her name and by then it was too late and everyone knew her as Domingo’s Angel. 
This is the story of their love affair. But it is also the story of the people of the tiny mountain village – the indomitable Rosalba - shopkeeper, doctor, midwife and wise woman, who makes it her business to know everything that goes on in the village; Guillermo, the mayor, whose delusions of grandeur are rooted in his impoverished childhood; and Salva the Baker, who risked his life and liberty to give bread to the starving children.
The events in this story are based on the real experiences of the people of the White Villages in Southern Spain and their struggle to keep their communities alive through the years of war and the oppression of Franco’s rule. 


Domingo's Angel

It happened a few days after Jaime started to get better. Guillermo was still feeling disoriented by the events of the past couple of weeks. He kept forgetting that his sisters were dead. Just that morning he had made twice as much breakfast as he needed. But Jaime had eaten nearly all of it. It seemed he was making up for all the meals he had missed while he was ill.


I must go to the land today, Guillermo thought. I have not even looked at it for a fortnight. God knows what state it is in. We shall have nothing to eat.


There was a slight noise and Guillermo looked up to see the civil guard, Jeromo, standing in the doorway. He was leaning against the door-frame, a cigarette dangling from the side of his mouth, a wry smile on his lips, regarding Guillermo through half-lidded eyes.


"How is it going, Guillermo?" he said. "I was sorry to hear about your other sister. But this one is OK, yeah?" He waved towards Jaime, who was scraping his bowl.


Chapter 44