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

Athena was awakened by a terrible screeching noise and started up in terror before she realised it was the baby bird. She was so fuddled by sleep it took her a moment to pull herself together sufficiently to remember where the food was and how to administer it. She cradled the baby and fed it a gobbet of meat, terrified that she would poke it too hard or too far into its beak or, worse still, poke it in the eye and blind it. She was just reaching for another piece when Demeter rushed into the room, clutching the baby Persephone. "Oh my God, what is it? Are you all right?" 


Athena broke off from her task and the baby bird set up the dreadful raucous cry again. "It's Nyctimene. She's hungry."


"Bloody hell. Is that normal for it to make that much noise? Are you sure it's all right? It's not dying is it?"


Chapter 32