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 Centaurs were not very easy to find. Poseidon had saved the coordinates from the place where he had seen them but now there was no sign of human life. The empty plains stretched away to the horizon on all sides. 


"I told you we should have brought the dogs," Artemis said. 


Poseidon grunted, his eyes continuing to search the landscape. 


Prometheus tugged at his tunic. "Land the beetle and Tros and I will look," he suggested. Poseidon shrugged, but brought the pod down. 


Obviously he had never seen the Titans in action before. He watched in amazement as the two primitives knelt on the ground, listening and sniffing. Then they both stood up and pointed to the north east. "That way!"


"How do they know?" he asked, clearly unconvinced. 


"They can smell and hear better than us," Athena said. "Prometheus is teaching me but I'm not very good at it yet." They had hardly gone another ten miles before Nyctimene let out a screech. I can see them, she said. 


Chapter 51