Jenny Twist

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

"I need to have a look at the site and see what materials we've got before I start designing. But first," said Hestia, closing her pad with a snap, "lunch!"


Athena rolled her eyes but Prometheus licked his lips and rubbed his hands together. 


"All you think about is your belly," she whispered, disappointed that they weren't going to the winter camp straight away. 


Prometheus stared back at her in round-eyed innocence. "What else is there to think about?" 


Hestia thought the top of the hill was the most suitable spot. It was fairly flat and there was mainly low scrub rather than the thick forests of the plain below. "We could have this clear in no time," she said, "and there's plenty of loose rock; maybe enough to build the whole house without having to quarry any." 


Just as well, thought Athena, God knows how they'd go about blowing up the rocks.


Chapter 49