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

Athena heard the Mother's despairing cry as she left her body and arrowed after the staff. 


"Burn it!" Athena cried. "Burn it right now!"


Hephaestus responded immediately. While Apollo was still struggling to get his weapon out of his holster, Hephaestus had moved to the edge and was firing the laser at full power directly on to the staff. The snake writhed and hissed, the Mother screamed, but Hephaestus kept the laser playing over the staff. He kept firing until the staff was nothing but a blackened mass and still he kept firing. His fingers locked on the weapon, jittering now with adrenalin, unable to stop. Apollo had moved to his side and had joined in, his lip curled in distaste as he fixed his weapon on the smouldering staff. 


Unseen by anyone else, unfelt except as a soft glow, some of the magic had remained.


"Is she dead?" Athena asked Nyctimene. 


Not quite, said the bird. Don't let them stop yet.


Chapter 68