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 object that had caused such a row seemed to be nothing more than some kind of box or maybe a jar. It was circular and squat with a protuberance in the centre which looked not unlike the lip of a jar, but there was no handle and no obvious way of opening it. He picked it up and turned it in his hands. It was seamless and completely smooth. The potter who shaped this was a master of his trade. He tried poking the thing at the top, but it was solid and unyielding. 


"Put that down!" The voice took him by surprise and Prometheus very nearly dropped the vessel. 


"Sorry," said Hephaestus, "I didn't mean to startle you; it's just these things are rather  sensitive." 


Gently, he removed the box from Prometheus's hands and placed it on a high shelf. Then, turning to the boy, "To what do I owe this pleasure?"


Prometheus just stared at him; then turned and bolted out of the workshop, running hell for leather after Athena. 


Chapter 63