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.

A novel based on the von Däniken theory that the gods were spacemen. 
Set in the prehistoric Mesolithic age with the goddess Athena as a young girl and Prometheus, a young cave-dweller, as the main protagonists.
The boy watched the star fall. It fell very slowly, and it was not one light but a multitude of lights spinning lazily through the night sky. Then great silver fish flew through the sky and other mysterious lights began to appear on the mountain. At last a great thunderbolt struck the ocean. The sound was flat and hollow and unbelievably loud, as if a giant had stamped on the earth. And the sign of the Goddess appeared in the sky – the sign of the Sacred Mushroom. These are the events that mark the arrival of the Atlantis, the doomed starship, bringing new gods who would change the life of the boy and his people forever. 


The Owl Goddess

The day dawned white and misty. The fire had gone out and Athena shivered with the cold. She adjusted the temperature of her suit and scouted around to see whether the Titans had left any food. She had been too tired to eat the night before. Grumbling to herself, she checked her backpack for emergency rations. Joy, oh joy! A whole bar of chocolate. She sat by the embers of the fire and began to munch. 


It was Prometheus, looking as fresh as if he had spent the previous day relaxing. 


She didn't really want to share but it was the only decent thing to do. 


Prometheus eyed the chocolate suspiciously. "But what is it?"


"It's er." Athena racked her brain to remember where chocolate came from. "It's from a bean," she said at last. "Or at least, it used to be. Of course it's all made synthetically these days."


Chapter 22