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

Prometheus shrugged. "They have always been there. Sometimes when the hunting is bad the Queen will paint another." He took her hand again and led her over to a painting of a huge bull. "My mother painted that one." 


The bull looked down at her with its wicked red eyes and she gave an involuntary shiver. "You don't hunt things that size, surely?" 


She and Artemis had come across a herd of these great cattle one day and Artemis had told her to keep down and not attract their attention.


Prometheus laughed aloud. "These are the best eating," he said. "We travel a long, long way to hunt them."


There were tiny stick figures in amongst the animals and Athena thought how puny they looked next to the great bulls.


Her thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of the Tribe returning and Prometheus let go of her hand again. She folded her fingers over her palm and imagined she could feel the memory of his hand lying there. 


Chapter 46