My name is Iva Lou DeSiata, and I’ve always been drawn to stories that linger like whispers in an old hallway—where memory, mystery, and the supernatural all meet. Writing The Castle of High Winds began as a way to explore family, loss, and the strange connections that live just beyond what we can see. I didn’t set out to build a series; I simply wanted to understand why some places—and some people—refuse to let us go.
The Castle of High Winds follows Emily, a seventeen-year-old girl with clairvoyant abilities who returns to her family’s ancestral home after her grandfather’s death. What she uncovers isn’t just a haunting—it’s a legacy. Beneath the white-stone walls and the echoing corridors, secrets are waiting to be found, and the past is very much alive. Through Emily’s eyes, I tried to capture that fragile moment between grief and discovery, between belonging and fear.
This book is deeply personal to me. It carries pieces of my own questions about identity, heritage, and the unseen forces—both spiritual and emotional—that shape who we become. Every chapter was written late at night with the hope that someone out there might find comfort or courage in Emily’s journey.
Writing this story reminded me that magic still exists in small, quiet ways: in family, in faith in ourselves, and in the wind that sometimes seems to call our names. I hope The Castle of High Winds invites readers to listen to that same wind and believe that there’s more to our world than meets the eye.
The Castle of High Winds follows Emily, a seventeen-year-old girl with clairvoyant abilities who returns to her family’s ancestral home after her grandfather’s death. What she uncovers isn’t just a haunting—it’s a legacy. Beneath the white-stone walls and the echoing corridors, secrets are waiting to be found, and the past is very much alive. Through Emily’s eyes, I tried to capture that fragile moment between grief and discovery, between belonging and fear.
This book is deeply personal to me. It carries pieces of my own questions about identity, heritage, and the unseen forces—both spiritual and emotional—that shape who we become. Every chapter was written late at night with the hope that someone out there might find comfort or courage in Emily’s journey.
Writing this story reminded me that magic still exists in small, quiet ways: in family, in faith in ourselves, and in the wind that sometimes seems to call our names. I hope The Castle of High Winds invites readers to listen to that same wind and believe that there’s more to our world than meets the eye.