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

She scanned the horizon, looking through Nyctimene's eyes, and there they were; Poseidon riding the big stallion, Tros riding the larger of the two mares and leading the little one on a rope. She couldn't see Prometheus at first and panicked; then she realised he was riding in front of Poseidon, astride the horse's neck, completely dwarfed by the big man's bulk. He was leaning sideways to look up at Poseidon and chatting away nineteen to the dozen. Athena marvelled. Only a few days ago Prometheus had been terrified of Poseidon and now here he was, riding on a horse with him, chatting away like old friends. She began to run towards them.


"Hey, Prometheus!" she called as soon as she was near enough for him to hear her. He turned and grinned at her, then slid from the horse and ran towards her.


Chapter 54