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 Tribe was gathered at the foot of the cliff, looking up at the figures coming onto the top. The Mother led the way ─ Pandora in full ceremonial dress. At her side was Epimetheus, looking self-conscious in his king's robes. One pace behind them came the King ? the Old King ? now stripped of his regalia and wearing only a tunic. He looked old and confused and stumbled slightly. The young men on either side of him took his elbows to steady him. 


Prometheus watched; his mouth dry. He was gripped by a sudden dread. He knew the stories but he had somehow never associated them with real life. He had never thought of the King as the Sacred King; he who must be sacrificed. The King was his friend. He had taught him everything he knew. It was the King who had taught him how to hunt and fish, how to release the blade from the piece of flint, how to make a dart that flew straight and true. He had loved the Old King almost as much as he had loved his mother and now he must watch him die. 


Chapter 30