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

There they are, said Nyctimene, landing on her shoulder. 


Athena looked through the eyes of the owl and could see the Tribe struggling in an untidy bunch up the mountain. They were still too far away to see clearly, even for Nyctimene, but she thought she could make out Pandora, Epimetheus and Prometheus at the front. Pandora, at least, was unmistakable in her long cloak and feather headdress. The one she thought was Prometheus was leading an animal on a rope. It was quite big bigger than a dog but not so big as a horse. She couldn't imagine what it was. 


"Come on," she said, and continued her headlong run down the mountain. Nyctimene followed behind, swooping and soaring, occasionally stopping to examine some small creature on the ground below.


Chapter 62