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

That night Athena had a really weird dream. She was sitting at a very small desk watching a purple horse who was pointing at a large waxed poster on the wall. "This," said the horse, "is a Mandelbrot, proving that even though maths is horribly boring it can still produce beautiful things." She woke up with an absolutely crystal clear memory of where she had seen the Mandelbrot set before. It was years ago when she was first learning maths and finding it really difficult. "I hate it!" she had cried. "It's horribly boring." And Hestia had pulled up the picture of the Mandelbrot. It had not been exactly the same as the one Hephaestus had shown her. It had some red and orange in it rather than just being blue and gold. But it was near enough. 


Oddly, identifying the memory made her feel very happy. Now she knew she really had seen it before, it seemed a lot less spooky. She leapt out of bed and, after minimal ablutions, set off for Artemis's stable. 


Chapter 55