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 really should do something about my promise to Pandora, she thought. She hadn't really meant to do it; it had just slipped out. She was so upset that Pandora didn't seem to appreciate all the hard work they had done especially Hestia, who had put so much into it.


 Afterwards Hestia had shrugged and said, "Well, at least that's over now and I can get on with my real life." And she had squatted down on the floor to play with Persephone. I wish I was more like Hestia, Athena thought. I get so cross.


 Hephaestus's door was open and she could hear him singing inside as he worked. She gave a perfunctory knock on the door-frame before walking in. Hephaestus looked up. "Hey, Athena! Just the person I need right now. How did you know?" 


Athena grinned at him. He was the only person in the world who never treated her like a child and always seemed genuinely pleased to see her. Except Prometheus, she amended. He is always pleased to see me.


Chapter 58