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 trio of Titans slept in the surgery; Ganymede and Callirrhoe on couches, Prometheus on the floor. It hadn't occurred to Apollo that all three would want to stay together and he had only provided one extra couch. 


The little boy recovered so quickly that it was hard to believe he had been so ill. After only one day he was up and exploring the camp. 


"They're like that, children," Apollo said to Athena. "Bouncing around as if nothing had happened straight after major surgery. Very resilient. Entertaining little chap, isn't he?"


"Well, just generally poking his nose into everything and demanding to know how it all works." 


Athena gave him a narrow look. She couldn't imagine Apollo tolerating such interference. The little boy must really have something. 


"I don't know. He wandered off. Probably pestering somebody else." Apollo actually grinned.


Chapter 43