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

Apollo was outside, bending over Prometheus, sliding his pad over the boy's body. 


"I can't understand it," he muttered. "There's absolutely nothing physically wrong with him but he's clearly in agony." The moment Apollo took the pad away, Prometheus drew his legs back up against his chest and began to rock from side to side. "The eagles!" he screamed. "The eagles are tearing at my liver!"


"See what you can do for Pandora," said Athena. "I'll try to find out what happened." Then, bending over Prometheus. "Pandora's OK. Apollo's looking at her now. But we need to know, Prometheus. We need to know what happened. We can't help her if we don't know." 


Prometheus pressed his lips together, the tendons in his neck standing out like ropes. "Aaahh!" he said.


"You don't have to speak. Think it to me. Think ? like when we're hunting."


The sacred fire, he thought, staring into her eyes with fierce determination. I stole the fire of the Gods.


Chapter 67