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

They jogged along for the best part of a day, the Titans at an easy lope that seemed to eat up the miles, the two girls at a more awkward trot. Athena could feel exhaustion coming on but refused to ease the pace. She would be mortified to be the one who slowed them down or, worse still, be left behind. She glanced sideways at Artemis, who was running along gamely, apparently without effort, but her lips were pressed tightly together and her eyes had a strained expression. 


Then Prometheus halted and held up a hand. Athena heard his thought as clearly as if he had spoken aloud. They are up ahead. All of them together. We will get close. Silence, even in your thoughts.


Athena wondered how on earth you silenced your thoughts, realising as she did so that if they could think to each other, then Atlas and his men could also hear them. She tried not to think of anything but had no way of knowing if it was working. 


Chapter 21